He woke up from Nanshan and could not remember his name. He only heard strange beasts screaming in the fog.
He traveled westward, reading their pain and the sin written in his own hand.
The Classic of Mountains and Seas is not a illustrated book, but a seal. The writer is not the recorder, but the caster of the cage.
When all roads lead to Guixu, the only way to rewrite your destiny is to write yourself into it.
