Blindly Descending the Mountain, I Saw the True Nature of All Things

Lu Jianchen was born blind. Just before he turned eighteen, his master sent him a jade mirror with a single message: “Xiao Chen, put it on, and you’ll see the world.” He did see it. But the twinkling lights that filled people’s view were, to him, a silent tide ebbing and flowing. Behind a glass window abandoned for years, someone was trapped, forever repeating a movement left unfinished eighteen years ago. Beneath the bustling city, the dead kept calling the living by name.