Bell of the Era

Time is a prison, and I am its only prisoner and guard. The novelist Chunfeng got a broken pocket watch. That night, the hands trembled and jumped to the first bar without being touched by anyone. Then the spring breeze remembered—— In the nascent era when words defined everything, he listened to rocks recite their ingredients, watched civilizations build utopias in absolutely precise language, and then turn to dust in the disintegration of semantics. He had witnessed the awakening of each person's unique talent in the Age of Light when superpowers bloomed like flowers, witnessed how power created brilliance, and how it tore society into gifted classes. He has experienced cultivation, technology, alchemy, trickery, dreams, the age of gods... Eleven births, eleven laws, and the complete birth and death of eleven civilizations. Each time, he was born in the calmness of the era, and loved, hated, and died in the turbulence of laws. The memory is sealed, leaving only a faint "tick" deep in the soul. Until the eleventh life - all methods are revived and the memory returns to its place. Three and a half million years of time woke up at the same time. He understood that he was the chronicler of civilization. The pointer of the pocket watch is heading towards the twelfth grid. The Age of Strange Tales - The way of heaven is dead, logic has collapsed, and the world is driven by absurd narratives. But this time, he heard the ticking sound clearly. That's the second hand of the world's clock, heading toward eternal midnight. When the hour and minute hands coincide at the top of the dial, there will be no next epoch. There is only an end, or a beginning. An epic about time, civilization and memory. Twelve laws, twelve reincarnations, an ultimate questioning of the meaning of existence