Hit Line

In the reflection of the vast galaxy, every life trajectory is like a frozen star trajectory. The moment a mortal's fingertips touch the wheel of life, all the ripples in the mirror lake are just established lines. Deep in the vortex of the river of time, all seemingly accidental waves will eventually return to the flow of the eternal tide - that is the knot of cause and effect that even the gods cannot untie, repeatedly weaving the warp and weft of fate that has already been formed on the loom of reincarnation.