When the bells of the Quantum Buddhaverse ring out across Tokyo Bay, humanity's last emotions become an offering.
Chen Ye, a psychological counselor, keeps dream-eating nanobugs inside her jade pendant. They are a legacy from her mother, who died in the explosion of the Star Dome Project. Following clues about her missing younger sister, she arrives at a Macau casino, where she encounters a man who is fading away: Gu Huang, an experimental subject implanted with black-hole code, whose heart beats with a Fibonacci sequence capable of tearing dimensions apart.
Their scars resonate as they struggle, awakening a quantum-state phoenix. Mechanical monks chant binary sutras in the clouds. Beneath Tokyo Tower, the sorrowful memories of 100,000 sleeping bodies are being pumped out, while the birthmark on Chen Ye's sister is the living key to activating the ultimate dream core.
“Strangle the gods with the umbilical cord of a Klein bottle, or become the womb of a new Buddhaverse.” The rotting mechanical fingers of the Star Dome Project's chief tap on the gambling table. The AI dealer's face overlaps with that of Chen Ye's dead mother. Gu Huang presses his lips to the star-shaped scar on her collarbone. This kiss, devoid of warmth, is rewriting the convergence formula of the Mobius strip
As seventeen layers of dreams collapse inside the jade pendant, humanity will greet its most paradoxical dawn in the imaginary corridor:
The godslayer who acts in the name of love will ultimately use mathematics to prove that they must kill themselves.
