In the eleventh year of Xingque's interstellar drifting, he lost all memories of his return journey, leaving only countless fragmented dreams. His craft is not a machine but made up of made-up words and folded images, with reality redefined at every jump. The universe is no longer a vast space, but a maze of surging thoughts, with stars changing, time and space flowing backwards, and dark planets whispering ancient riddles. Xingque's only motive is to find the "original verse" that can awaken his true self, but every time he approaches, he encounters the illusion of self-division - is he just a shadow dreamed by many planets? The core conflict is: is he escaping from the boundaries of the universe, or is he escaping from his own limitations? The highlight of the story is that every door in the universe leads to a strange place in the heart, and every choice is embedded with the interweaving of reality and dreams. Being lost is not the end, but a cosmic voyage of the soul - on the journey to the stars, language, memory and existence itself all turn into stardust, waiting to be renamed.
