Please define “the end.”

The last snow of life, the last song, the last time stepping into the river of truth —

Li Xiang believes that none of these can be considered the end. When one person dies, there are still millions of people alive. When one star falls, the universe still shines brilliantly. The civilizing breeze blows impartially across everyone’s eyes, and all the tears form rivers to keep the ground beneath us from drying up.

But what if this nebula is on the verge of dimming, this long river about to cease flowing?

The theater's spotlights are covered with the dust of doomsday, and the survivors huddle in the last corner of human civilization, struggling to fill their stomachs. As the last foolish “artist” of the zombie era, Li Xiang has put down the hoe and hammer and picked up the manuscript and pen.

The last play of human civilization, the last piece of art, the last wisp of idealistic ash is about to be born in the old theater, which serves as a shelter for the survivors.

However, Prometheus's path is destined to be rough. The exhausted theater troupe leader, the sharp and paranoid leading actress, the increasingly silent friend, and the mysterious, subtle intruder all fill Li Xiang's idealistic path with thorny obstacles and unknown fog.

Faced with the gray reality and the red fire in his heart, how will Li Xiang choose, and what will become of the survivors in the theater?

(an introduction written by the Director Chenxu Song)