Ephemeral Hexagram

[Female-oriented · apocalypse · political intrigue · road trip · no romance · hardcore · slow-paced]

[This book has a complete, standalone world. Please don't confuse it with other works in the same genre. There probably aren't any with the same world, either ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ]

This book is the story of Tan Yao's birth, Tan Yao's autobiography, and my own account.

Tan Yao's world is collapsing. Not from earthquakes, not from war, but from being forgotten. She survived for nine years in the Cold Palace with the help of a few invisible hands. She remembered everyone, but now the world has forgotten her. Later, she discovered that to mend this world, she had to travel to other worlds. There, she would be seen, remembered, and forgotten. The memories she brought back would become bricks and tiles, laid along the world's edge to block the cracks as they split apart. The price was that no one in this world would remember what she had done. Every time she mended it, she moved one step farther from her own story.

But she set out anyway.

She didn't know how long she could hold on. She only knew that as long as someone still remembered her, this world could last one more day. When the world finally ran as it should, perhaps someone would stand at its edge and see an empty husk, burned to nothing.

No one would know that the husk had once borne an entire world.

To be unfinished is to remain short of completion.

Not that it cannot be completed, but that she does not wish to finish.

It's not that she cannot reach the end. After she strikes with this sword, she must step into the next book, and then another.

This pain remains unfinished, this fate unfinished, this sword unfinished, this world unfinished.