In the vast ancient wasteland, the rotation of the sun and the moon hides mysteries that no one can solve. He woke up from his deep sleep, his memory shattered like stardust, leaving only a bone charm engraved with strange patterns in his palm. The surrounding tribes believe in the totem of silence, and the sacrificial bonfires burn every night, but they cannot burn away the strange atmosphere that permeates the wilderness - the disappearing tribesmen, the bloody totems that appear out of thin air, and the ancient altar that can attract the stars, all point to dust-laden secrets. He walked between the ruins and the galaxy, exploring the relationship between the rise and fall of the tribe and the laws of heaven and earth in his implicit whispers and obscure eyes. The romantic wind blew across the wilderness, and he moved forward step by step in the fog of mystery, but he didn't know that he was also the most critical chess piece in this grand mystery.
