Tracking Notes

When algorithms take over the compilation of history textbooks Bronze acquires a virtual patina amid data deluge What we forget is not just the year and place names It's the civilization gene flowing in the blood. Those ancestors who carved prayers on oracle bones would not have thought Three thousand years from now, their gods will be mute in optical fiber When the last stick of incense is replaced by holographic projection The ancient soul sleeping deep in the dragon's veins began to tremble Someone heard the broken clay pot sobbing on the bottom floor of the server I saw the ink stains on the bamboo slips spreading between the codes. Professor wearing glasses debugs neural interface in laboratory The young man wearing ancient jade is pushing open the bronze door knocker This is not a simple virtual game It is Noah's Ark for the survival of civilization. When the shadows of the Western gods climb up the eaves of Weiyang Palace We will eventually rewrite the Classic of Mountains and Seas in binary History never really dies It's just waiting for some compass-holding hand Pick up the hot bronze fragments from the ruins Awakening what is buried deep in the ancestral vein—— Chinese soul This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.