Evernight Watcher

On the seventh night when the Star Tower collapsed, I cut open my father's chest with my own hands. The bronze star pattern spreading on his neck and the ancient lamp totem burning in my heart are emitting a mournful cry at the same frequency. In the Twelve Holy Pagodas where everyone kneels and worships, there sleeps a living coffin cast by stars. The monks in white robes with gold patterns held the demon-conquering pestle high, but beneath their feet were crawling soul-eating insects that were eating the core of the star. When I repaired the first crack, I caught a glimpse of the most absurd truth—— The twelve star gods who fell thousands of years ago, It was the first batch of traitors who fell into the void. At this moment, the star pattern on the palm is burning hot, and the bronze lamp reflects the frosty color of the green plum medicine girl's hair. She whispered in the turbulence of time and space: Every time you repair a tower, you are one step closer to becoming them. And the dragon-patterned blade peeking out from the dark has touched my spine. It is to light nine wicks to illuminate the eternal night, Or let the stars be lost in lies? This repair has been a sacrifice from the beginning. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.