The World in the Blue Porcelain Bowl

At 3:17 in the morning, my son left. My father began to see things he shouldn't have seen - gray-purple light, memory fragments, and a being who called himself "Chaos". The son signed a contract: Cultivating one's mind through eternity. The father chased the fragments through the burning city, the underwater coffin, and the mountain behind the door, but found that the myriad worlds were just his obsession that he refused to let go. The door made of flesh hides the ultimate truth: the son he has been looking for all his life has actually been behind him. Don't look back, the person standing behind you is yourself. This is the story of a father who travels across thousands of worlds to find his son. It's not science fiction, it's the shape of obsession. It's not fantasy, it's a person who refuses to say goodbye and brings time to an end.