Everything in existence, from the vibrations of an atom to the birth and death of a star, is connected by these lines.
They are the underlying logic of the world.
And Su Zhou is the only person who can see and manipulate them.
At this very moment, an exceedingly fine red line of causality, so thin it is almost about to snap, extends from the elderly professor at the lectern, passes through the window, and connects to some unknown place beyond the campus.
This line represents “death.”
