I Sing a Song of Sorrow in the Apocalypse

The world is constantly changing from order to disorder. This is a law of nature: entropy increases.

To all living beings in the mortal realm, this is a broken world. This is fate.

Yet life is so bitter, and fate so impossible to resist.

I raise this cup to all living beings. I would sing a sorrowful song for this fleeting life.

Life and death ebb and flow like the tide. What matters isn't whether you can escape it, but whether, when the tide recedes, you can still hold on to that sea within your heart.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.