Cradle of Dreams

Ling Jue had been dreaming for seventeen years and thought he had seen all types. Until a black fragment that shouldn't exist appeared in his palm, with a silver-blue light emitting from the edge of the fragment, and three words were spoken in his mind. He couldn't remember what those three words were. But from that moment on, he heard sounds no one else could hear. The Silicon Mountains are breathing. The ground is cracking. A consciousness that had been sleeping for fifty thousand years woke up among the fragments. The prophet group uses "tuning" to control everyone's consciousness, but no one dares to ask about the real purpose of tuning. Carbon-based and silicon-based are not two kinds of life. They are two temperatures of the same life. The temperature is rising. And higher up, there is a pair of eyes watching the planet. It waited 500 million years for the seeds to mature. The harvest is about to begin.