The white jade hand held gold and stone, and it took ten years to carve it into a puppet, resembling a real person. Embedding the spiritual crystal into the puppet's chest, the puppet opened its ignorant eyes and looked at the man in the black robe with wide sleeves.
The moon is cold in Linhua, and there is no deep love.
Once an ancient dynasty that lasted for thousands of years was destroyed, the past was scattered like ashes.
The Wuling Tower collapsed and the Jiuwei Palace collapsed.
The puppet struggled to crawl out from the shadow of death, trying to retrieve its incomplete memory and trace the traces of a person.
Traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, I saw paper boats drifting helplessly on the Wuzhou River, saw a long sword hidden three feet deep in the red sleeves, and heard the bell ringing in the sky above the white bone mound.
-I know I will die again soon. There is a memory missing from my mind, and I want to get it back before I die.
Purpose: To pursue a faint ray of light in the eternal night
