Poem of the Morning Star

**When the starry sky fell into the mud, it took on the original shape of the legend. ** Gu Ran woke up in a world filled with the smell of wet wood and rust. Here, language is a weapon, silence is armor, and survival is an endless grinding of bones and will. On the edge of his perch, the firelight of civilization was faint, while the shadows of the deep forest were thick. Until he met the being born from the moonlight and nothingness. She carries inhuman might and naive ignorance, her silver hair has an unearthly luster, and her eyes reflect the original laws of life. Her arrival was like a strange-colored stone thrown into stagnant water, stirring up the dust of the established order. It also made Gu Ran touch the true weight of the word "price" for the first time outside of the calculation of survival. This is about the journey of two lost people - one exiled in a foreign land, the other born in a blank space - facing the gazes from the crowd, the whispers from the wilderness, and the torture from the depths of each other's souls in the cracks of rough reality. Every choice they make is quietly composing a new poem for this silent world. The story begins with a felled forest, a leaky shed, and a stolen dinner. And what it ultimately points to may be the sound of rules being rewritten.