"When the system judges emotions to be redundant, when history is reduced to deletable data, when 'existence' itself needs to be proven,
There are always people who are willing to fall into the abyss and salvage those forgotten names, unlistened poems and unforgettable love.
They are the night crawlers of Chinatown, the contractors of the deep sea, the devils, or brave men, the carvers of the data ruins, the recorders of the Starfall Grass...
Across the boundaries of time and space, they used memory to fight against nothingness, and used redundant emotions as a carving knife to carve the last human poem on the ruins of civilization. "
"They walk on the edge of the abyss, not for the light, but to prove:
Some darkness is worth using your whole soul to illuminate. "
