An engraving has been sleeping on the bronze sword for two thousand years, awakening my dusty memory.
From running away from Xianyang to today's prosperous city, I have lived in anonymity for thousands of generations.
I am neither an emperor nor a saint, just a witness.
In these endless years, I finally understood: Immortality is not a gift, but a lonely practice. They say that no one in the world can escape time.
But I'm still here.
For two thousand years, I have watched them come and see them go.
I have buried my closest brother and seen the cruelest betrayal.
And now, I have to write it all down.
Because the secret of immortality should not belong to me alone.
