Honghuang: Whose Phone Is This?

The vast Primordial World glimmers with boundless light,

A thing appears from nowhere, its meaning endless.

Who picked it up? The device astonishes the ancient world,

As if it came from the mortal realm to an immortal land.

Its screen flickers, conjuring stars,

A light press of its keys reveals the passage of time.

Creation knows no bounds, adding wondrous delights,

Its unknown origins leave a lingering charm.