A Prologue Dedicated to Nothingness

The world is a book being swallowed by nothingness. Boundaries dissolve day and night, memory and existence are erased like erasers, no one knows the reason, and no one remembers the complete antecedents. Until a scavenger walking on the forgotten border touched a trace of residual warmth in the void and heard that the first name that should have been erased was his own. As a result, a huge paradox is born: If everything will eventually return to nothingness, then does the awakening, resistance and deep love at this moment really have the meaning of existence? He decided to use the existence that was about to be erased as a pen and the world that would eventually die as paper to write the first and last line of his epitaph.