God created everything in this world.
The creatures struggled among the lakes, seas, mountains and rivers, learned to cry, and learned to expect. So they in turn shaped the image of God.
Over the course of thousands of years, reality has long been impure and has transformed from a blank sheet of paper into a brightly colored painting composed of "legend" and "truth".
For an individual, reality is made up of the bits and pieces of his or her experiences.
For history, reality lasts due to the death and reproduction of life.
Inheriting the teachings of the past, staring at all the suffering or beauty of the present, we unconsciously weave the end of the tapestry of destiny in our hands.
We devour ourselves, we devour each other, we pursue both fullness and nothingness at the same time.
When the bird breaks out of its shell, will it know its future? To be kept in captivity or to fly freely in the sky?
When we put our hands together in prayer, can we be sure who is on the other end to answer our request? Is it a hidden god or a mortal like you and me?
——"A Note Fragment" (excerpt) (currently hidden in the sealed layer of the underground labyrinth in Forest Town)
Zach, a young man who was ostracized because of his red eyes, followed the legend and came to Forest Town.
A new story begins here.
Status at the beginning of 2026: I am reorganizing the world view and plot outline, and plan to give myself some time to complete this story. It may not be mature, but I believe it will become the cornerstone of the future.
I will try my best to update, but in the end it will definitely be updated by chance (orz
Intention: The earth is so vast and we grow.
