"I believe, therefore it exists." "It exists, so I use it."
What we think of as reality is just a fragile curtain. Behind the curtain, countless golden threads of fate are intertwined into a web. When human obsession turns into a sharp blade and cuts through the curtain, it is possible to glimpse and tamper with the trajectory of fate. As a result, some people became "night watchmen" and vowed to repair the rift; some people became "weavers" and tried to rewrite the world. However, in the severe pain of the curtain being torn apart repeatedly, no one knew that those indescribable shadows sleeping behind fate were gradually being awakened...
