Three timelines unfold side by side. Gods gaze at one another, and fantasies remain forever out of reach.
Jiaming's soul has been split apart, wandering through each timeline, never able to enter the cycle of reincarnation, yet possessing immense power.
One third is the red-haired girl living in the future.
One third is the black-eyed boy who breathes the same air as us and smiles faintly.
One third is the sorrowful king who rules the ancient world.
Robots, humans, gods, spirits. These are all beings whose kind remains forever unknown.
We simply live on Earth.
We need only do our own part and seek true knowledge. There is nothing else we need to know.
When the tracks cross, hold tight to the handrail.
