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Seeing

When the violent shock, the sound of sliding, and the inertia of the deceleration completely disappeared, the slightly dim cabin lit up.

It was like the silence after a commotion, like the breeze after a storm, like the end of a lively stage play. The passengers in the cabin remained in a stiff position. They did not even realize that everything was over. But soon, a calm voice sounded from the cabin.

I am Kant.

The Star Bridge plan was a success.

Outside the porthole was a flat grassland, and in the distance was a faint black undulating mountain.

It was not a dream, but a scenery called Goethe on the other side of the Broken Islands.

They had crossed thousands of miles in just an hour, from the perilous island to the peaceful continent. The marvelous, magnificent, and shocking huge aircraft was like a giant bird in ancient mythology, carrying the survivors from the desperate situation of the flood and the collapse of the world to the distant oasis.