There is no boat in the Forgotten River, and people are crossing the river. There is an appointment by the river, and the returning tide can be heard.
In the fifteenth year since his spiritual energy was revived, Chen Jian is still a "zero-sense person" - he has not awakened any ability, and can only hear the unheard bells from the bottom of the sea at certain specific moments.
He didn't know why he collected the long chestnut hair, he didn't know where the white mark on his palm came from, and he didn't know who the woman peeling the apple in his memory was.
She stood against the light at the door and said, "I will come back when you think of me."
This wait is fifteen years.
Until the fissures at the bottom of the Laodukou River begin to glow, until a giant whale with crater-like eyes falls asleep, until the stone slab engraved with ancient contract words lights up in a faint blue——
He finally remembered her name.
Chen Du. The crossing of people.
She slept at the bottom of the river for him for fifteen years. She was waiting for him to remember, for him to build the ferry, and for him to relight the cold lamp that had been stranded for thousands of years.
"To save others but not to save oneself" - this is her fate.
"I'll wait for the tide to come" - was his answer.
A lyrical fantasy about forgetting and waiting, sacrifice and return.
Intention: The obsession of waiting and returning - ferrying others but not yourself, but there will always be someone who will build a ferry for you and wait for the tide to come.