Jiang Chen's life is blank.
They gave him the identity of trash, a broken lamp, and a chain,
And a wasteland full of dead souls.
He does not seduce souls or lead the way.
Just squat down and listen to all the cries and stories deep in the land,
Then watch them sink into the soil and bloom into pale golden flowers.
Later, the gods collapsed and the wasteland began to swallow up the last of the light.
Jiang Chen knelt down again and placed his palms against this world that had been silent for thousands of years.
This time,
What he inspired was this land,
and all the civilizations it buries.
——
"The soul returns to my bosom, and the earth carries its sorrow."
"I am the earth behind you and the dust in the world."
