The Gravity of the Soul

2099. Humanity has left the solar system. Soul plug-ins can be traded, memories can last forever, and digital life has its own civilization. Everything seems fair. Until someone discovers that all the rules of this interstellar civilization-the order of the soul market, the balance of the three major races, the switch of war and peace-all point to the same day. May 28, 2026. Seventy-three years. Some people are desperately trying to hide what happened that day, while others are protecting it with their own lives. The two forces tore the entire galaxy apart, but no one knew what was really hidden that day. Not a weapon. Not wealth. Not anything that can be appropriated or exploited. It is a line of words written by a person in a coffee shop in the early morning. No one could guess what that line was. No one can guess how long it will continue to beat. The scroll is slowly unfolding. The truth is waiting for you to read.