The Beginning of Committing Suicide by Walking Against the Light

Ideas are a resource and uniqueness is a fuel. Under the eternal light of the Sacred Vault, everyone's "thoughts" turned into a visible feather. Color represents value, shape defines destiny. Pope Ren Zhonghua guards the "fire of civilization" that consumes feathers to maintain light. Ascension is glory and a ritual that purifies the soul into fuel. Qingyuan can "hear" the screams at dusk. Her feathers are an out-of-place "weed". The system sets a price for her and regards her as a rare fuel; the rebels approach her and regard her as a spark of hope. And she is about to discover that the truth about her birth may be a desperate self-curse of this glorious civilization before it slides into ultimate silence. This is a war around "soul energy". Does every bit of civilizational glory we praise mean the permanent withering of the fire of thought somewhere?