When the beak mask of the plague doctor drips bronze sand, the Venice canal reflects the cold light of the quantum laboratory; when the branches of the Sanxingdui sacred tree pierce the dome of the anatomy room, and the Hemudu rice seeds bloom mechanical stamens in the lines of poetry - you will step into a shocking mystery where time is entangled like an umbilical cord.
The bronze pocket watch picked up by archaeologist Lin Shen in the Rainy Night Cafe turned out to be the key to the seven layers of time and space. From Yin Ruins oracle bone inscriptions to medieval sonnets, from Liangzhu jade cong patterns to nanoscale quantum chips, human civilization is nothing but stretch marks on the uterine wall of the mother's nest. Every moment of fighting side by side with the mysterious girl Su Lan is tearing open deeper recursive scars: Why is the lute of the 14th-century troubadour hiding the coordinates of the Shanghai laboratory? Why can Hemudu's carbonized rice seeds corrode the bronzed future? When the CT number is burned into the birthmark, when the quantum rice is pulled out of the navel, you will finally understand that all wars are just the birth pains of civilization.
Stitching Sanxingdui bronze patterns and particle collider, Black Death ballads and gene editing technology, weaving a quantum spider web covering human history between the Dunhuang star map and the lunar poetry monument. When the last grain of sand of time condenses into the cry of a baby, you will find that we are not only the sacrifices on the altar of the Silkworm King, but also the gods in our own wombs.
Here, time is the bloodiest birth canal, and civilization is the parenting scripture that is constantly being rewritten.
Opening the title page is the thrill of pressing the restart button of civilization.
Concept: The past and the future are intertwined, creating brilliant sparks.