Return to Zero: Silhouette Chronicles

——When the universe moves toward heat death, humans use stories to fight against forgetfulness. "There is no outside to the universe." "And we are its last echo." Within the closed geometry of the Ω sphere, everything is a silhouette—the stars, rivers, mountains, seas, gods, are nothing but waves pulled out by the real mass sinking into the negative dimension. The increase in entropy is irreversible, and the countdown to zero advances silently. The contract-keeping interface is routinely scanned to determine that the entire area is stable. There are only two slight ripples: A white bird casts seventy thousand stones against the all-devouring black sea; A blue star, a wisp of blue smoke rising into the sky. He should have cleared away this useless noise. But at the end of the diary, he quietly wrote: [This is the first prayer. Do not delete. From the sudden opening of the seven orifices of chaos to the emperor weaving the order of star paths; From Nuwa's patching up of the sky, it turned out to be a black hole, to Dayu's control of floods and guidance of the galactic torrent—— Myths are never lies, but the physical laws of the last era. Nowadays, gods are hidden and people are dead, and faith is like a candle in the wind. But there are still children looking up at the stars and asking softly: "Are you watching?" There are still old women lighting oil lamps, I believe Mazu can hear them. There is still a bird that refuses to let a certain name sink into silence. Because as long as there are still people who remember—— The universe is not truly dead yet.