When the "galactic noose" first showed its true appearance on the star map, the universe was like a patient fisherman, using space fiberized silk thread to close the net, tightening the throat of the galaxy little by little. Zhang Chen stared at the screen. The stars in the Kuiper Belt had been tangled into a mess, and it was no longer possible to discern their original trajectory.
37 Years. This number is engraved on the main console of the Sinan like an old scabbed wound. It is enough time for a young boy to grow into a capable young man, and enough time to harvest wheat in the fields dozens of times. However, for humans, it is far from enough time to build a ship that can run through this noose.
After passing through the "Dragon Vein String" for 72 hours, time has formed a layer of hoarfrost on the skin, just like the frozen ice on the window in the winter morning. It had only been three days on the ship, but the earth had already aged 1,200 years. The pomegranate tree in the yard of my hometown had probably become a shadow in the stone.
When we arrived at the purple planet, the scene was full of strange vitality. This place was so unfamiliar that it made people feel frightened, but it strangely made people want to squat down and feel the temperature of the land, just like touching the newly plowed fields in their hometown.
Some people can't bear it and insist on going back to see it, even though the earth has long become a mirror image; some people stay and try to sow the earth's wheat seeds in the silica-based soil, like planting flowers in the cracks of stones.
There are no superheroes in this story, just ordinary earthlings. They built the universe clumsily, like a group of carpenters hammering and hammering at the stars in the sky. But it is this innate courage that blows through the embers of the stars over and over again like the wind. One day, it will ignite a prairie fire.
