My name is Chen Mo, a ghost living in the cracks of time.
Each time, at the height of a civilization’s glory, I personally toll its death knell.
But this time, things are finally different.
“Master Chen, aren’t you going into hibernation with us?”
I shook my head and pointed to my temple. “I’ve already been corrupted, and I need to find a qualified ‘helmsman’ for our ‘Spark.’”
“Chen Mo, your plan is nothing more than a way to get yourself a pretty tombstone!”
I replied calmly, “And what is this eternity you speak of? Let the ‘Doomsday Tide’ judge.”
“I believe in science, but I don’t believe in miracles.”
“I just want to erect a monument to everything we were.”
“And this time, that monument will become the cornerstone of a new world.”
That was what I thought.
But then I buried it with my own hands...
