Five hundred years ago at the execution ground in Florence, a deviant poet died tragically in the fire. The strange scene before the poet's death has made the church that persecuted him fearful to this day.
It's 2035, technology is advanced and everything is possible.
I, a down-and-out young writer, accidentally came into contact with the unknown side of the world because of my sister's research...
"I want to ask for help and survive, but there are too many thoughts lingering in my mind - I am afraid that even though I have experienced the memories of immortals and tried my best to pursue the truth about the change of dynasties, this mortal body will not be able to escape the disaster of a hundred years; I am afraid that Yao Wei will eventually forget that one day, my appearance will remain the same as before. He turned around and I could no longer catch up; I was afraid of separation, of farewell, of the long rest of my life with only memories; I was even more afraid that in the end, our story, together with everything we had tried our best to explore, witness, and protect, would be as if it had never existed, be weathered, buried, and no one would remember it anymore.
If the end point is destined to be annihilation, what is the meaning of what I am insisting on now? "
Intention: We are all high-spirited young people. We only hope that one day in the future, we can look back and create the most warm and regretless memories for each other!