# Afterglow of Doom: A Ship of Hope Protected by Supernatural Powers. Just as the meteorite was about to impact the blue planet, time seemed to freeze, and the tense atmosphere tightened like a physical rope, tightening around everyone's throats. In this life-or-death moment, a small space emitting a gentle glow finally appeared before everyone's eyes. At first glance, this space didn't appear vast, but upon closer inspection, one could sense its boundless vitality, like a self-contained microcosm, gleaming brightly amidst the darkness of apocalypse. A multicolored halo of light flowed across the surface of the space, gently swaying like a dreamy veil. These halos intertwined and collided, releasing a mysterious and warm energy. Through the halo, one could vaguely glimpse the scene within: emerald green grass spread like a velvet carpet, delicate flowers swayed softly in the breeze, and a clear stream gurgled with a melodious sound, as if speaking of life's tenacity and indomitable spirit. In the sky, a warm artificial sun radiated a gentle glow, filling the entire space with warmth and light. The crowd paused for a moment, then erupted in deafening cheers. This cheer was mingled with the relief of surviving, the yearning for hope, and gratitude to the psychics. However, this was no time for celebration. The Grim Reaper's scythe still hung overhead, and every second was crucial. Under the meticulous coordination of the military, volunteers, and psychics, the people quickly moved toward the small space. Elderly people, supported by young people, staggered yet determined toward the entrance. Mothers clutched their children tightly, their eyes filled with hope for their children's futures. Scientists carefully carried scientific research materials, embodying the fruits of human wisdom. Artists carried precious works of art imbued with human emotion and creativity. Everyone understood that these were not just objects; they held the hope for the continuation of human civilization. The psychics worked tirelessly to maintain the stability of the small space, shielding it from the powerful shockwaves of the meteorite impact. Xiao Yi stood at the forefront, his hands ablaze with light, a solid barrier that shielded him from the external onslaught. His eyes were firm and focused, his clothes drenched with sweat, but his posture remained unshaken, like a towering mountain. Lin Wan'er, with her eyes tightly closed, relied on her keen spatial perception to monitor every shift in the small space. If she detected any signs of instability, she would immediately guide the other psychics to make adjustments. Those who could manipulate fire transformed flames into fiery barriers, shielding them from the cold and darkness brought by the shockwave. Those who could control water used its flexibility to cushion the powerful impact, keeping the small space balanced amidst the tremors. Those who could harness lightning injected its power into the small space's energy system, providing it with a constant supply of power and ensuring its stable operation. Meteorites rained down upon the blue planet, making a deafening roar. The earth trembled, craters slashing the solid ground. Mountains collapsed, sending clouds of dust billowing. The oceans erupted in mighty waves, hundreds of meters high, like enraged beasts devouring everything in their path. Forests blazed fiercely, the flames spreading rapidly until the entire world was engulfed in flames. The air was filled with acrid smoke and the stench of burning, as the shadow of doom fell relentlessly upon this once beautiful homeland. Amidst this apocalyptic scene, the tiny world created by supernatural powers, like a lone boat, stubbornly persevered amidst the destructive storm. Repeatedly battered by shockwaves, the light halo on its surface flickered violently, as if on the verge of extinguishing at any moment. But each time, protected by the dedicated efforts of the supernatural beings, it regained its stability and continued to provide shelter. Within the small space, the people organized themselves and their supplies. Despite the limited space, they helped and supported each other, demonstrating unprecedented solidarity. Though fear still lingered in the children's eyes, they gradually calmed down when they saw the adults' resolute expressions. The elders silently prayed, hoping that the disaster would soon pass. As time passed, the frequency of meteorite impacts gradually decreased, but the Blue Planet had been completely shattered. Once-thriving cities were reduced to ruins, their skyscrapers razed to the ground; vast fields were scorched earth, their vibrant greenery vanished; and pristine rivers were polluted, emitting a sickening odor. The entire world fell into a dead silence, with only that small space, like a brilliant pearl in the darkness, gleaming with hope. The psychics knew that while they had temporarily preserved a portion of humanity and civilization, their mission was far from over. They began to discuss their next steps: how to rebuild their homes in the ruins and how to bring life back to the Blue Planet. They knew it would be a long and arduous journey, but they were prepared, determined to persevere no matter the difficulties. In the days that followed, the psychics used their abilities to establish a basic survival system within the small space. They purified water, cultivated crops, and repaired the damaged ecosystem. They also organized training sessions, equipping everyone with basic survival skills and knowledge to prepare for future reconstruction efforts. Outside the small space, Blue Planet slowly returned to peace. However, beneath this tranquility lay countless dangers. Radiation, mutated creatures, and lingering meteorite energy posed a significant threat to humanity's survival. The psychics decided to send brave explorers out of the small space to explore this devastated world and search for resources and methods to rebuild their home. Carrying everyone's expectations, the explorers cautiously ventured out of the small space. Armed with weapons, they vigilantly observed their surroundings. The world outside was desolate, littered with ruins and twisted creatures. But they remained steadfast, exploring step by step. They discovered some intact underground facilities, storing valuable supplies and technological equipment. They also found some suitable plant seeds, which hold the promise of Blue Planet's revival. As their exploration deepened, the psychics continued to research and experiment with how to harness the meteorite's residual energy to bring positive change to Blue Planet. They discovered that, through a unique method, this energy could be converted into a clean energy source, providing a powerful driving force for future reconstruction efforts. Through the joint efforts of the psychics and all of humanity, reconstruction efforts on Blue Planet gradually began. They began by clearing the ruins, gradually restoring the city's outlines. They used their psychic powers to improve the soil, allowing crops to grow again on the barren land. They restored the ravaged ecosystem, allowing animals to return to the land. Although the road ahead is full of challenges, that small world created by psychic powers will always be a beacon of hope in humanity's hearts. It bears witness to humanity's resilience and unity in the face of despair, and will guide humanity towards a brighter future. The psychics will continue to shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting Blue Planet, using their power to write a magnificent chapter in the rebirth of human civilization.

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