A piece of mud is kneaded into bricks, built into a wall, and built into a house. One person lives there, eats, sleeps, and raises a child. When the child grew up, he planted a tree next to the wall. The tree grew for forty years and provided shade for a hundred people. This is called order.
Bricks weathered, walls peeled and roofs collapsed. The tree fell and rotted in the mud. The shade that had been covered for forty years was blown away by the wind. It all comes back to the dirt. It's like nothing happened. This is called disorder.
That's what it's all about, isn't it?
The world lies between these two things. Everything comes from chaos, is briefly given shape, meaning, time, and then returns to chaos. Bricks do not hate the wind, trees do not hate the soil, there is no hatred between order and disorder - just the quietest inertia of the universe. One is on base and the other is on the move. One is pushing and the other is waiting. They have coexisted for longer than all civilizations combined.
Long Yuan wakes up in it. She is a guest of time and a prisoner of eternity. She has power, but she cannot use it under the collective concept constant.
This is an idealistic world. It is not completely materialistic. Materialism is just that people today think that the world is like this.
Five thousand years ago, people believed in gods. Long Yuan could influence the world on a large scale as a god. A thousand years ago, people no longer believed in the Holy See but still believed in magic. Long Yuan used magic to influence the world. Now Long Yuan almost only has magic-level abilities.
Disorder is becoming more and more rapid, and the world needs a new
Ordering
