In the seventy-ninth year when the world lost its logic, Xuanye—an emperor who used mirrors as his scepter and lies as his poetry—weaved a new order on the ruins of the Dark Empire. His subjects are aphasics with spiral eyes, the streets are lined with whispering iron trees, and the clocks deep in the palace always run backwards. Xuan Ye longed to replace the decaying reality with weird laws, but was backlashed by a self-created monster in the gap between dreams and reality. Power is not a crown, but a never-ending puzzle - every day he rules, the world becomes more absurd and he becomes more lost. The rise of an empire is like a farce, and its collapse is an inverted tragedy. Xuan Ye must wander between self-destruction and false redemption, looking for a madman's heart that can light up the night. This is a fable about the nature of power, lies and absurdity, inviting you to a twisted feast.
