Ember and Rope

He woke up from the iron frame bed in the Ember basement with no memory of who he was. I only remember a figure walking into the fire and never looking back. Emberfire controls everyone with a gray-white remaining rope - put it on, and you will obey, obey, and forget to resist. He is a failed product and has no number. He will be taken away for "purification" in three hours - the fire in the north never ceases day and night. They call this rebirth. But the old scar on the palm of his right hand was warm. His blood dripped on the remaining rope—— The rope melted, emitted white smoke, and broke into two pieces. He climbed out of the bars and fled into the wasteland of ashes. An old man digging scrap metal asked him to go south. There were living people in the south. A chain-smoking businessman saved half his life, but when he was caught, he carried him out again. There is a place in the south where green seedlings can be grown, called the Xinhuo Society. The president's name was Qin Shuang, and his last words were only two words: Tim Chai. He held half of the club seal and walked north. The leader of Emberfire stood at the door waiting for him, with white hair and broken fingers, saying "You are back." He said: "I'm not coming back to be a son, I'm coming back to ask for an explanation." He walked into the lowest level of the embers and saw a body that had been sleeping for three hundred years. The face looked exactly like his. The last synesthetes of the old civilization burned down the old world with their own hands. She said: "I set the fire, you added ropes. You came, you choose the third way." Six parts, three years, thirty-seven people. From basement iron-framed beds to new city gates. From "what I am" to "who I choose to be". The fire was out, and only a broken rope remained in the ashes. He picked it up.