I have buried twelve generations of gods, but I cannot bury my own name.
After traveling through another world and gaining eternal life, I gradually became a [living tombstone]:
- The heroes grew up listening to stories at my knees and turned to dust at my feet;
- The kingdom was born in my name, but after a thousand years I was written into the myth;
- Magic disappears with the passage of time, but I am the only one who still remembers the original pronunciation of the spell.
Until one day, I found that all the words recording my existence began to disappear——
The world is trying to erase the "eternal" bug, and the last diary,
It's the only evidence that I existed.
(Open this confession book written in 70,000 years, and you will witness time itself.)
Reader comments
This book is very nice and the author's writing is very good.
This book is very nice and the author's writing is very good.