Cold Twilight Period

The sun has been gone for two hundred and forty-six years. Black eclipse clouds sealed the sky, and there was no more sunlight on the earth. Human beings huddled between volcanoes and earth veins, using red heart stones to exchange for warmth, and using fire patterns to resist the eternal night. Fire is currency, a weapon, and the only certificate of survival. He should have died quietly in that stone house in the winter when he was eighteen years old, like all the people in Twilight Village who were swallowed by the cold poison. No fire, no medicine, no one cares. But that night, something stopped outside the crack. Something golden, ancient, something out of this era. It looked at him in the darkness for a long time and said: "Do you want to live?" From that day on, there was a breathing line on his back. The hard lines are the marks burned into the flesh, consuming life in exchange for strength. His lines are alive - growing from his bones and following his breathing. Every breath is a practice. Living lines. He didn't know what it meant. All he knew was that Twilight Village was destroyed. There were three hundred and sixteen people, and overnight, the fire went out and the village was gone, leaving only seven characters carved on a stone wall. He wants to find the person who carved the words, he wants to find the remaining people, he wants to go to those who say they are not good, and tell them - he is different! "The Cold Twilight Chronicles" is an epic about history, civilization and the spirit of victory.