Three Days of Ember: Ruins of Obsession

Seven years after a typhoon swept away his sister, Su Yan woke up in the rust-smelling ruins of a fishing market - a gray moon hung in the sky, mist flowed from the cracks in her wrists, and the fisherman's song in her ears repeated "Three days is the limit, the market is a coffin." Obsession is bait, black lines are parasitic, ink shows rules, and those who are swallowed up by the market will become nutrients for the next crack. When he touched the hot jade pendant, his sister's voice whispered in the fog: "Brother, don't believe in fishermen's songs."