Find Pulse

The dragon's roar cracked the ground, and five colors bloomed. It pulls people into cracks and comes out with dust. —— Shi Yan knew the stone on Mount Tai. She had been there many times. A person, with a camera, climbs mountains, takes photos, and eats pancakes rolled with green onions like ordinary tourists. She once thought that the pendant on her chest would never shine again in her life. —— Later, the pendant lit up, the pendant lit up, cyan light. Mount Tai, the roar of dragons sounded from the ground. A gap opened in time and space, swallowing several people in. A tour leader, a novelist, a video maker, a barbecue seller, and a fortune teller - the latter one was picked up later. Shi Yan walked into the crack and pulled them out one by one. She thought it was an accident. But the pendant lit up again. Yellow, red, green, purple. From Zhongnan Mountain to Kunlun Mountain, there are five cracks, five colors, and five lives to bet on. —— Later someone asked her: "Are you afraid?" She thought for a while: "Afraid. But more importantly - it's finally here." "Finally?" "Yeah," she said, "I've been waiting for more than ten years." —— This is a story about waiting, meeting and inheritance. It is also a story about a group of ordinary people finding each other among the cracks in the mountains and rivers.