Not all the stories it carries can be merged into the ocean, and more silent secrets are scattered in the cracks of time as fragments that no one has picked up.
The ones compiled here are those surviving pieces of auspicious light. They are scattered in different dynasties and written in different handwritings, some are stained with blood, some are refreshingly fragrant, some are like drunken words, or are like hazy prophecies... One page of these disconnected fragments is a letter home that the garrison failed to send, one page is the intermittent murmur of the palace man late at night, one page is the score of the game between the scholar and the monster in the mountains, and the next page is the only lost testimony in the shocking case.
Every broken page is an afterimage of a world, a narration of fate. They are broken, but they are closer to reality.
Welcome, lean down and pick up these floating fragments of time and space.
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