The old gives way to the new. What is useless is destined to be discarded. Who still remembers the ancient customs?
The lunar calendar has twelve months and twenty-four solar terms. Claiming two in a month makes one a demigod; claiming one makes one the Moon God. Three months joined together make a season, and one who claims a season is a master. Joining two seasons makes one a keeper. One who claims a whole year is no longer human, but a beast.
In ancient times there were twelve festivals; today there are ten. One who claims one matching festival from each era is a god of both past and present. One who claims them all is revered in both eras.
Places, too, have their ancient festivals. To establish one, it must have a name. If that name is passed down throughout the world for all time, one may become a celestial being.
There are people in heaven and gods on earth. A god needs a name, and the candle flames in countless homes are prayers raised on behalf of the people!
My name is Zheng Ze. I am a Tideborn, born on the Tidewatch Festival. Let us listen to the ocean together.
