Her fingertips touched the tear-stained rust on the bulkhead of the ark, and the nostalgia of generations of immigrants spread into a salty sea between her teeth. When nanomolten gold was poured into the rust hole, an ancient lullaby suddenly sounded in the cabin. The rust spots curled up into gems in the song, just like human beings finally turned their tears into stars. The whole universe said that the scars of civilization must be removed, but she was the only one who knelt in the ruins and molded the blood, tears, and rust stains into a crown of stars. When thousands of marks burned and bloomed on her skin, humans finally understood that history was never a perfect specimen, but a living creature running wild with scars. Does the Star Alliance want to use a laser to smooth out the potholes of history? But it is these 'scars' that give civilization the fingerprints of reincarnation!
