There are two kinds of sharp edges in this world.
One is bloody, the other is heartbreaking.
There are people who are still looking for answers covered in dust, despite fear of the answers themselves.
Some people wander with a sincere color, and the color becomes his original sin and a brand.
Some people soak their bloody past with the fragrance of medicine, but they always hear old debts knocking on their door late at night.
And beneath all the noise and silence, in the sound of storytellers in teahouses, in the depths of rumors in the marketplace, and in the gaps between the ink marks in the history books -
A pair of invisible hands is weaving everything.
It defines good and evil, tailors reality, and forges living people into symbols that are easy to pass on.
It says: This is how the world should be.
Until——
The light of the mirror breaks through the clouds and mist, and the red eyes reflect the original heart. The drunken person wakes up in the long night.
This time, they have to write their own names.
"What if there is no room for another color in this world?"
"No, it's the people of the world who don't know crows."
Intention: This is a battle for "definition" - some people use rumors as a knife, but we fight with the truth.