The Stele King, who lived three thousand years ago, is still afraid of the dark.
Lin Chen touched the dark golden mist curled into a ball. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
Others devour steles for power, for immortality, for a place on the throne. He devours them to remember those names: Chen, Zhao, Six, Tieshan, Liuzhi, Huoxin, Daoke.
A thought and a grudge are separated by just one stroke.
The Stele King is waiting for a certain taste, Zero is waiting for himself to turn back, and the forgotten people are still glowing inside the lanterns.
This is a story about “remembering.” It is also a story about a child who was afraid of the dark finally learning not to be hungry.
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