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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, I want to survive, but there are too many thoughts lingering in my mind - I am afraid that even though I have experienced the memories of the 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 face will be like this. Therefore, when he turns around, I can no longer catch up; I am afraid of separation, afraid of farewell, afraid of the long rest of my life with only memories; and even more afraid that in the end, our story, together with everything we have tried our best to explore, witness, and protect, will be as if it never existed, be weathered, buried, and no one will remember it anymore. If the end point is destined to be annihilation, what is the meaning of what I am insisting on now? "