Fire Across Time and Space

In the fiftieth year since nuclear winter fell, the ice has already eaten away the last trace of warmth on the earth's surface. The distorted low-entropy theory has become a butcher's knife hanging over the heads of all mankind. Eight billion lives were annihilated under the iron curtain of "purification". The survivors huddled in the remaining light of the underground bunker, listening to Skynet's purge orders and lingering in the eternal night. When Lin Shen opened his eyes, the roar of the Abyss Beast was smashing into the ruins. He fell from the sunshine fifty years ago, with only a notebook filled with fusion formulas, a ginkgo fruit buried in the ruins for fifty years, and a resonance frequency that was accidentally activated across time and space. On one side is the encirclement and suppression in the frozen apocalypse, and on the other is the brightly lit laboratory fifty years ago. He once thought that low entropy was a formula written on paper, a controllable fusion, and an order against the disorder of the universe. Until he saw the first light that lit up in the underground bunker, saw people standing side by side for half a century, and saw countless strangers holding hands in a desperate situation, trying to find a way out. Only then did he understand that concepts can never be nailed down by symbols, and recording means distortion. The so-called low entropy is never a cold absolute order. It's an anchor, it's staying together, it's a spark that refuses to go out in the darkness. One day, this fire will burn through the frozen sky and let the sunshine fall on the earth again.