Introduction to the literary version: - He carried a basket of flames from the bottom of his heart and spent the whole winter alone.
What comes into view is a vast white snowfield, boundless and endless. The white snowflakes fall slowly and sprinkle on the names on the tombstones everywhere. Countless names turn into light spots and rush towards Linka, tenaciously and fragilely clamoring for their obsessions.
"Help me..." One voice shouted.
Linka, who had just woken up, walked forward unconsciously. He had no memory, no place of origin, and no obsession, but he still walked forward without sadness or joy.
Time and space were divided by him, leaving behind countless illusory shadows of time, but Linka still didn't stop.
He quietly buried the bones of the girl in red who died in a foreign country, brought the news of the successful manufacture of weapons to the businessmen who were still waiting on the battlefield, and took the child without eyes to his hometown...
Until he walked in front of a person, the puppet in the hand of a carpenter named Antonia fell, and the smooth and delicate palm broke, but the lines were still clear.
"What's your name?" Antonia asked.
Linka didn't answer.
The god's majestic body collapsed heavily, his long hair turned into endless rivers, and his eyes turned into lakes that never dried up. Mountains and earth emerged from his feet, and cliffs and river valleys fell from his back.
The gods have no names, and countless broken time and space cracks have reunited. From now on, regrets will no longer be made up for, and obsessions will eventually dissipate.
General introduction:
When Linka woke up, he found that he was in a coffin, and he didn't know who he was? ? ? What's going on!
Fortunately, although there is snow and a large number of tombstones all around, these ghost neighbors are still very nice.
What's good! They gave Linka their heart and soul at every turn, asking Linka to help them find their obsessions in their memories.
Linka didn't want their hearts and lungs, but in order to stop letting them harass him, he still went to various worlds to restore the truth.
But why does there seem to be someone in every world who knows him? The most important thing is that Linka also suspects that this person is the same person.
What is going on! Is there anyone other than myself who can travel through various worlds?
Linka decided to find out the truth.
Intention: Make progress every day