From the Mortal World to Immortality

The fire in a mortal heart can burn the Nine Heavens. The still void is not empty; the shrine of the heart first appears. The winds of the Spirit Realm rise from the smallest beginnings, and the path of the heart's flame pierces illusion. The heart-lamp shines through stillness, and the Abyssal Gate opens. Good and evil do not follow separate paths; the Way of Heaven is inherently unpredictable. The day the shackles shatter is also the day the heart's fire burns anew. The Immortal Realm is no pure land; the Way of Heaven is already clouded with dust. Strange flowers bloom from rotten bones, and sorrowful cries forge scars upon the heart. With love as flame, pierce the illusions of the ages; with the heart as a boat, cross the vastness of the cosmos. A spark ignites the cosmos, and the heart's flame lights the way home. Entropy is not destiny; affection breaks through the void. With the will of all living beings, rewrite the prologue of the universe; with an undying flame in the heart, at last set fire to the eternal night.