Purgatory Artist

formal edition:

In the dark and silent eternal night, only the last fire was left to protect people, so I lifted it up and blew it hard, blowing and blowing, hoping to make the fire brighter and bright enough to illuminate everything.

Sorry, I blew it out.

Unofficial version:

Obviously I was about to save the world but was beaten to death by the master in the palm of my hand. I woke up and immediately discovered two secrets: There are monsters in the dead world, and I must immediately turn around.