The Elegy of All Things: Chapter of Spiritual Sacrifice

We weave the trajectories of flying birds, extract the pulses of giant beasts, and graft the growth rings of ancient trees. We call this "connection" and regard it as the glory of civilization. Only "Lingchen" can hear the cracking sound under this glorious tapestry - it is the lament of the soul being broken inch by inch when the talent of all things is stripped away. This endless shared pain, like the cruelest compass, leads him to the bloody truth: the era that mankind is proud of is nothing more than a magnificent altar to worship "spiritual entropy" for unknown existences. Love, hate, creation, sacrifice... All the blazing light that makes us human are tempered into dark food in the invisible furnace. When the fanatics sing, trying to "sublimate" everyone into perfect living sacrifices; when the guardian is silent, using murder to maintain the shaky balance of offerings... Lingchen, this "system error" that can hear the cold hum of the altar itself, must make a choice: Is it to ignite the beacon of resistance, even if it allows civilization to nirvana in the ashes of freedom? Or should he step into the center of the altar and use himself as the last bargaining chip to gamble on the possibility of rewriting the rules? When the burning pain of the soul becomes the only reality, is the brilliance of humanity the only fire left in despair, or the most perfect fuel in this eternal sacrifice?