The history department does not teach you archeology, it teaches you to find fire in the ashes of time. Have you ever thought that when your fingertips touch the yellowed classics, you can always touch the peeping in the shadows - the afterimages of the candle dragons wandering between the broken pages of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", the broken corners of the gods' clothes in the rhythm of "Nine Songs", which are peeling off with time. Is all this still in the graveyard of time, delivering the last pinch of secret fire to the world after hundreds of millions of years?
