In the dim sky, a tree stands tall on the horizon, and the branches of the tree trunk are separated like time lines. A fruit whose color and variety cannot be clearly seen in dim light. What does it taste like? It hangs at the end of the branches, trembling slightly when the wind passes by, as if it hides thousands of unspoken answers. If you get close, you can smell a refreshing, woody aroma. It's not sweet or greasy, but it makes people inexplicably calm, as if you can touch the true knowledge in the folds of time with one bite.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
