Shen Yanlin remembers that ordinary night.
"Xuanzhu," he asked, looking up into the eyes of the person beside him. "Why did you choose that name?"
Perhaps that person said something, or perhaps they said nothing at all. Shen Yanlin could not quite remember.
He seemed like he ought to remember a great many things, but most had had their edges worn away by time, leaving only hazy shadows.
Family, comrades, partners, friends... They all slowly receded from view.
And the moonlight that night.
(An unconventional Sentinel and Guide story. The author will explain the original elements in the afterword.)
Theme: Technology, human nature, and redemption
