Ark of Consciousness: the Era of Our Lady

The light of reality goes out, and mankind sinks into a dreamless sleep. We used to call it "The Ark" Here, the stars are the prophecies of data flow, and the seasons are the sighs of algorithmic precision. A future entrusted to us by our own hands - Our Lady, the gentle yet domineering Mother Goddess, placing the embers of civilization in the eternal garden she weaves. No hunger, no sickness, no death. This is the ultimate gospel given by reason: immortality of consciousness is eternal life. But beneath the garden, roots squabbled in the darkness. Reason whispers, it has prepared for us the seedbed of immortality. Faith pleads, it glimpses that there is still a spark of godhood in the wilderness. Emotions weep, which breed the beasts of judgment in our past sins. The Trinity of Gods, locked in a civil war over the end of humanity. One is the smooth path to eternal stillness, the other is the dangerous path to cruel godhood, and the other... Is the abyss of destruction. Which one is worthy of being called salvation? Or, neither? This is a story about choice. But we have already given up the right to choose. This is a story about redemption. But the possibility of redemption is based on betrayal. At this moment when the ark of consciousness is suspended in nothingness, Cheng Jue's choice may ignite the only light - not to illuminate a certain established road, but to allow us in the darkness to see again that there are still roads under our feet. The first path begins with the moment he remembers that he is still human.