Hidden here is a world woven by black and white souls——
Black is the tenderness of the origin of chaos, hidden in the fetters of the word "Canglong", the daily life of being ruined and cheated, and the weakness of each other's souls interlocking; gray is the tenacity of being reborn after being broken, it is every star guarded by the Star Orbit Monarch, it is the green sprout that desert travelers are waiting for, and it is the redemption of mountain gods and mortals who are locks and keys to each other; white is the eternal vitality in reincarnation, hidden in every prayer and every glimmer of light.
This is not a coherent epic, but scattered memoranda.
Each story is a fragment of this world, about imperfect balance, about how bonds take root in chaos, about "us" being more important than "perfection."
Welcome to open this memo and take a look at these little days that belong to them hidden in the gaps between black and white.
(Note: The OC worldview is original, all characters and stories are private settings, the writing is not good, please don't criticize if you don't like it~)
(I forgot to change the name, I will change the title of the book later)
