Feng Zhongdu woke up three thousand years later, transformed beyond recognition. Apart from a wisp of ash drifting beside him, the only things accompanying him were the seven Soulfall Nails embedded in his body.
He had lost his appearance, his memories, his identity, everything. The affairs of the world and the passage of time had nothing to do with him.
He wandered the earth like a lonely ghost.
Only when all six senses returned and his consciousness was restored did he remember someone once lying beside him, idly playing with the Soulfall Nails.
That person was... That person was...
· Self-indulgent desire versus martyrdom, a melodramatic hodgepodge
· Dual perspectives, a short story that probably won't even reach tens of thousands of words
· An alternate universe, written by an unapologetic omnivore. GL, BL, and GB are all included. Read with caution if that's not your thing! The author's made up a mountain of details! (?)
Theme: Your comeuppance is me
