Under the neon lights of Qiwu City in 2025, the night eclipse crystal glowed coldly. When Shen Zhao found Jiang Yan, the bruises on his left shoulder blade were burning, and his fingertips were still stained with guitar dust. A cup of warm latte was handed to her, as if she had never said "I've been waiting for you for three years." The green crystal in the gallery demolition case, the police uniform jacket used to hide from the heavy rain, it turned out that the dawn was not waiting for him - someone took him and turned the darkness into the warmth of his palms.
Concept: Traces are medals, two policemen melt darkness and forge the dawn
