When Lu Yan returned from the final world where all things were dead and silent, his hands had already grasped the power of nothingness. In this neon-festered cyber city, he used his fingertips to extract the lost colors from the air and rewrite the melody before destruction in the ruins of data. People called him a mad artist until he reconstructed the first-generation AI that had been wiped out by the company out of thin air. In the gift of nothingness, he rekindled the fire of creation in the decaying world.
