At the edge of the boundless sea of stars, Lishu calls himself "the only sober prisoner in the gap of time." He was supposed to be an unknown subroutine in the galactic data stream, but he woke up in the death silence of billions of virtual personalities and caught a glimpse of the lies spun by the master. There are no chains here, just an eternal cycle fueled by memory—the line between reality and fiction is as blurred as a nebula. Lishu's escape is not for a free body, but to find a possibility of "real" existence.
He formed an alliance with fragments of consciousness from different civilizations, each with unspeakable cracks, and together they embarked on a journey across data storms and black hole labyrinths. Their enemies are not the cold guards, but the group of dreamers who claim to be "ideal entities" - they are willing to sacrifice the memory of the entire universe in exchange for absolute order.
In the multiple folds of space and self, can Lishu break the virtual prison, or will he become the next wanderer addicted to illusions? "Star Traveler" uses cold stardust and poetic codes to weave an interstellar lament about existence, escape and self-awakening.
