On the day I was born, my father brought back an immortal copper lamp from the depths of the ruins. There is a ghost who calls himself "Zhu Yin" living in the lamp. It says that this mountain was once its body, and it once opened its eyes for day and closed its eyes for night. I thought it was an echo of crazy memories common to the mechanical wreckage of old times. Until three years after the severe drought, the northern sky opened a golden gap spanning three hundred miles at midnight - that eye really opened.
