This is a dim starry sky, the stars waning, suffused with a sense of death.
Among the pitch-black curtain, only sporadic light points flicker, and such brightness is like embers in the wind, seemingly about to extinguish completely in the next second, plunging this starry sky into eternal darkness.
The man sits on the bench, shrouded by the starry sky.
In the dim starry sky, something seems to be writhing, reaching out toward the man. An invisible force swirls around him, gently caressing him, lifting his body, causing the man to rise slightly from the bench, until his entire body leaves the bench, ascending toward the dim starry sky.
This "ascension" proceeds slowly; no one knows how long it will take for the man to truly ascend into the starry sky, but it can be known that as long as the current state is maintained, no matter how long the passage of time, it will vanish in an instant.
Then, at a certain moment, the "ascension" suddenly encounters resistance.
