Even though I have been here twenty years, I still remember the long streets and alleys of Mengxia in the New Year of 1898 and the lights of Yingtianfu Night Market. When I first came here, I still had a glimmer of hope in my heart, looking forward to returning to my hometown. The sky was full of stars, a color I had never seen in the city. The sky was clear but never black. The indigo-colored canvas was dotted with novelties, as if it was the kind of dream full of distance described by Shakespeare.
I am Yuan Cheng, a conventional time traveler.