The Red Dust in the Mirror, the Frost on the Road

The name of the knife is Molu. People are comb feathers. The heavenly mirror is cracked and the heavenly way is missing. The shadow of the Mirror Eater is hidden in every piece of human dust. He was the last keeper of the mirror, walking into this turmoil with an unedged knife on his back. Some people want to steal his spotlight, some want to cut off his path, and some want him to die in this game. There were also people who warmed a pot of tea and waited for him to come back from the sword light. Frost falls on the road, and the mirror shines on the world of mortals. He accepted this world, this destiny.