[Welcome, Creator Su Ming'an.]
[Current small world stage: Medium Technology World (Wasteland Period)]
[Current year: 726]
[Current population: 9,210,278 people]
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The moon is bright, and the stars are sparse.
Snow-white buildings resemble fallen snow, the city is resplendent and colorful.
An old man pushing a smart garbage truck, wearing a brown felt hat and a gray-black down jacket, walked across the glass-clear ground. Suddenly, he frowned, spotting a figure sitting on the park bench.
The iridescent street lamps cast a thin halo, a black-haired young man leaned diagonally on the bench, his coat thin as paper. He might be too tired, his eyelids closed as if he could be blown away by the wind at any time.
"Wake up, wake up." The old man tapped the lamppost, reminding the young man: "You can't spend the night in the park, where's your family? Have them come pick you up!"
