I was born without a shadow.
An oil lamp cannot cast one, nor can the sun or moon. No matter what kind of light shines on me, there is nothing beneath my feet.
Until one night, I picked up an old pair of handleless scissors:
Snip.
I cut the lifeline of the person hanged from the beam, and I also cut the deadly calamity that had been wrapped around my neck for sixteen years.
From then on, the lifelines of all living things became perfectly clear before my eyes.
Immortals, Buddhas, emperors, vengeful ghosts…
As long as it is a thread, I can cut it.
The world calls me the Shadowless Man.
They do not know that what I cut has never been only lifelines:
It is also the colossal scheme hidden within this world for three hundred years.
