After closing at night, my library begins to automatically write the erased history.
The yellowed pages of the book moved automatically without wind, and the pen continued writing crazily in the blank space:
Marx and Li Bai drunkenly discussed revolution and poetry, Joan of Arc and Hua Mulan exchanged flames and blades, and Dante's hell layer overlapped with Du Fu's broken mountains and rivers.
I am Lin You, the administrator of ancient books. The dark red notebook left by my grandfather reads:
"They are rewriting everything that was burned – do not disturb."
But interruption is my only mission.
I use the breath of midnight and the embers of the past to awaken the sleeping dialogue:
Witness the starry sky debate before the stake, record the poetry and wine revolution in Zuiyue Tower, and guard the weight of armor and freedom by the fire.
Every conversation repairs the cracks in history.
Every time I record it, I get closer to the truth about my grandfather's disappearance.
And the shadow is approaching.
The "Shadow of Orthodoxy" awakens among the spines of books, the Silent Secretary patrols in chains, and the visitors who call themselves "Night Watchers" have scrutiny hidden in their eyes.
The last page of the notebook is appearing:
"Final Dialogue: Lu Xun and all the souls awakened by him"
"Location: Curator's Office"
"Warning: This is the core, triggering will lead to no return."
I know that when the last conversation begins,
This library will be a place for all forbidden thoughts,
The final tribunal launched against time.
Are you ready to listen to those voices that are not allowed?
