Contradictions Written in Writing

Everything returns to darkness. If all of this can be called hope, at least, at least, let me find the way to the future, he is so eager. Page after page floated out from the ashes again: "Cultivation Chapter", "Black Tower Chapter", "Two Servants Chapter", "Dragon Man Chapter", "Machine War Chapter", "Myth Chapter", "Psalms", "The End of Time". Do it again. There is a dilapidated wooden house in the thick fog of the dead wood forest. The wooden house is not big, with a bed, a dirty lamp lit by the soul, and a white wooden table made of dead wood under the lamp. In the center of the wooden table lies a thin old book. The title of the book is concise and grand, leaving only the word "Anonymous". Do it again. Like the birds on Diamond Mountain, like the white colt chasing the light, like the drifting still water pavilion, in the name of God, in the name of mortals, in the name of chasing the road. Do it again.