You Are Carved into My Bones and Blood

There is a group of people in the world who want to know what happened and what was created in the past. Those cultures that have been passed down through the ages should not be gradually buried in the dust of time. They have exhausted all their efforts, but the world is so big and the heavens and the earth are so vast that there are some things that cannot be done by humans after all. So they prayed for a book that would tell them what was happening in places they couldn't see. Let's write a book like this, someone said. Everyone responded. Then they started writing books, putting down on paper everything they had thought, thought, and learned. Working hard, one person does it, and everyone does it. Then the book came to life. Just call him Lin. The man who saw the spirit appeared said, I hope you can become a book of eternity, record this vast world, and let it be known to future generations. We people created our own sect called Qianye Pavilion. They will protect you from now on The long time that followed, silently recording the world Until someone said to her No matter you are a human, a monster, a god or a spirit, my heart is happy with you, and I will never run away or give up. What if I were a book? As the years go by, no matter how much you do, you are just a name in my vast memory. Even without waiting for your death, you will no longer be meaningful to me. If that's the case, I'd like to try if I can write my name deeper, preferably engraved on it. Will you remember me longer? I don't know, no one has done that. Then I'll try.