Pure Land Candle, We Have Never Surrendered

The red mist swept across for three years. Half of the world sank into the "turbid world" that swallowed up life, and the other half huddled in the "pure land" sheltered by the Mo River and lingered. Lin Yan, the boundary keeper of Qingwu Town, always carries a half-cut piece of lead in his pocket - that was the last thought his sister left in the world before she rushed into the world three years ago. Eclipsed shadows gnaw at the land in the night, and weeping-faced spiders weave webs in the fog. All strange creations are coveting the "vitality" of the pure land, and the weapons of the guardians are nothing more than ancestral copper bells, axes soaked in the ink river, and the strength in their chests that are not overwhelmed by fear. On the day when Aunt Li's old scalper became transparent and water-stained, a sunken wood lantern was hung on the old locust tree at the entrance of the town; when Xiaoya clutched the scarred ax head and trembled, Lin Yan discovered that her sister's broken lead could pierce the corroded shadow. No one knows what is hidden at the end of the world, and no one can guarantee whether the sun will rise as usual tomorrow. But as long as the Mo River continues to flow and the boundary guard's copper bells continue to ring, the candles in this pure land will continue to burn brightly. "They said they are weird and afraid of light? No, what they are afraid of is... The hope that refuses to be extinguished in people's hearts." ——This is a story about using courage to fight against erosion and protecting the pure land with ordinaryness beside the rust-colored cordon.