What's my name? It seems to be the wind or something... Forget it.
I am a handyman in the imperial capital. I sweep the floor, organize maps, and hide from the God of Life every day.
She was gentle to everyone, but there was something wrong with her eyes.
One day she unfolded the map of Liuzhou and said, "Something is going to happen."
Then I saw those people who really stood in the bureau——
The undercurrent between gods, the secret realm that various races have been fighting for for hundreds of years, and the God of Creation lying in the corner of the side hall, seemingly sleeping but knowing everything.
All responses are waiting for a person who is not silent.
But that person is not me. I'm just a handyman.
Concept: amnesia, abstraction, epic fantasy