During this specific night, an army of mysterious and murky clouds took over the divine sky, devouring the sun. Favored by the troops, the moon, deploying its glorious luminescence over a dark city, wins a triumphant victory over the sun. A fierce army leader activates the withdrawal then leads dedicated soldiers westward as if they were tracking a wild dog. On the other hand, the city transmits its bright and fair illuminations to the sky to let people on the "second floor" know that the "era of tranquility" has begun. Imagine the amazing night, stark and luminous buildings lie elegantly on the moonlit sky, bringing the gaze lights of thousands of bulbs. It's beautiful, but no one knows what beauty covers them. From a distance, tall buildings shine and compete to be the brightest. Ironically, condemned and unoccupied land takes up most of the scene, creating division on this earthly land. The twinkling lights come together to form a trail of lines. It seems that the civil war also began in this landscape. Like these...