Flying Across the Vast Ocean - My Wings Sing to the Stars

Wuyou has known for as long as he can remember that there is something hidden in his back that shouldn't exist. At the age of fourteen, that thing started singing. Not singing with the throat – singing with the bones. The two pieces of cartilage under the shoulder blades vibrated at an ancient frequency in the darkness, emitting a melody that she had never learned but was more familiar than her heartbeat. She didn't know where this song came from. She only knew that every time she hummed it, her wings would grow a little bigger and her back would get hotter. And somewhere in the deepest corner of the ice cellar, a pair of gray eyes lit up in the darkness, resonating at the same frequency. His name is Lang Yi. His name is "discarded" in the language of the Ba people - but in his own language, it is "waiting for an echo." He waited for fourteen years. Wait for her to grow wings, wait for her to learn to fly, wait for her to sing that destined song. But he wasn't the only one attracted by the singing. And stalkers. And the man who stole the sun. There are also collapsing black holes deep in the universe—and another dying civilization in the Proxima Galaxy sending a distress signal at the end of the starry sky. From the eternal night ice cellar under the Pacific ice sheet to the wandering planet 30,000 light-years away; from a pair of resonating wings to a symbiotic network shared by 17,000 civilizations - this is the story of a girl flying across the universe. It is also a lament that has been sung throughout the galaxy. And the singing has just begun.