He was demoted to the human world and imprisoned in an ancient bookstore called "Hanyuan Pavilion", where he became a book repairer. Ayan repaired the damaged pages day after day, and watched the joys and sorrows of mortals being pulled by the thread of fate.
Until one day, the city was polluted by strange "grey threads" - memories faded, emotions dried up, and even the bookstore where he lived began to collapse. In order to save himself, he must enter the rolling world of mortals that he once dismissed.
His pursuit is like repairing an ancient scroll without words: collecting morning dew under a century-old telephone pole, stealing oil paint from the laughter and tears of famous actors, and salvaging the remaining names of gods from the story of the blind woman... However, the truth is far crueler than imagined. The source of the pollution is actually closely related to the root of the disaster planted by his own astral race hundreds of years ago.
Now, the pursuers of the same race are over our heads, and the power of forgetfulness in the city is eating away at our feet. Having lost all means of retreat, the book repairer decided to use the joys and sorrows of the world as threads to re-weave his distorted destiny.
It's a race against oblivion. Will he repair the world with his own hands, or will he die with it?
