I had two worlds.
One is the reality of steel and concrete, with the light of my wife and the murmur of my children; the other is a different world where my mind is the law, where I am revered as the "Tao Ancestor" and hold the power of creation and destruction.
I was once obsessed with the gift of traveling between two realms. I used my practical knowledge to build a tower in another world, and I longed to bring the extraordinary power back to daily life. Until I discovered that time is the most fair judge - a hundred years of fierce battles in another world have resulted in the fact that in reality, my children no longer recognize my face.
This is not a gift, but the most severe practice. The two worlds are like two opposite mirrors, reflecting my separation: chasing power means losing warmth, and longing for greatness means losing ordinary. In the infinite reflection of the mirror, I only see myself becoming more and more broken.
"Dust Shadow Era" is not a myth about mortals dominating two realms. It is the story of a torn soul, how to identify its original appearance in the fragments between the temptation of "must be great" and the call of "allowing to be ordinary". It's about crossing over, but also about returning; it's about strength, and it's more about letting go.
If you are looking for a legend, there may be only one light, one miss, and an ordinary road that you finally learned to walk on.
The era begins with the movement of shadows and will eventually end in peace.
