"When the seventh seal was opened, there was silence in the sky for about two moments - enough for a reincarnation to discover that the lover he tried to save every time was the brother he killed."
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Thirty-three-year-old Wenzhou Hua and 26-year-old Liu Xiangwen had an ordinary breakfast together on the morning of the twelfth lunar month in Northeast China. The sound of firecrackers outside the window, the sticky candy on the teeth, everything was too real - until Wenzhou Hua discovered that there was no photo of Liu Xiangwen in his home, and an indelible mark quietly appeared on the back of his hand.
That night, he fell into the first copy: "The Last Supper."
From then on, reality and alien world began to intersect. Each copy corresponds to a key tragedy in the history of Christianity - the kiss of the traitor, the blood of the martyr, the fire of the witch hunt, and the hammer of judgment. Wenzhouhua tried to save him again and again, but saw the same ending again and again. And deep in each copy, there is always a mysterious figure saying to him: "You can't save anyone, because you are me."
Twenty-six-year-old Liu Xiangwen occasionally feels an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if the thirty-three-year-old man in front of him is connected by blood with him in some forgotten time and space. But he couldn't remember.
They keep meeting each other, forgetting each other, and repeating some ancient tragedy.
Until the seventh seal was opened, there was silence in heaven for about two moments.
In that silence, Wenzhou Hua will face the final truth: what is the mark on the back of his hand; whether Liu Xiangwen's silent "save me" every time came from before his death or after his death; and - when all the seals are lifted, whether they can still go back to that twelfth lunar month morning and finish the unfinished breakfast.
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Intention: In the endless reincarnation and forgetfulness, love is the only prayer that crosses the seventh seal.
