A long time ago, a star called Jin shattered. From its fragments came a “Rift” that devoured names. Thirty-seven thousand six hundred names were swallowed over the course of a thousand years.
“Speak the names you know, the names you remember. Every name you remember is a blade.”
And so the names were spoken back into existence, and the Eight Gates became the Eight Bridges. “Let everyone who crosses each bridge be someone with a name and a family, recognized at both ends.”
Later, they renounced their divine titles and became an ordinary married couple, making a pact for fifty years. Fifty years later, their hair had turned white in the mortal world. “Let’s make another pact for fifty years. In our next lives, we’ll carry on together.”
