Disconnected

When the world was complete, no one noticed the crack. Until it crawled out from the roots of the yellow kudzu tree, climbed to the ruined temple with the lights out on the top of the mountain, and climbed to a forgotten well - what was cracked was not the heaven and the earth, but the truth that everyone dared not recognize. The approval document from Heaven was thirty days late, and the cycle of reincarnation in Hell was missing a page. Some people are locked in the tower, and some people grow another face at night. Among the seven people sewn into the same fate, some use needles and some use them as cloth. Gods, demons, Buddhas, immortals, demons, ghosts, monsters, hundreds of schools of thought, fireworks in the world. That night when the moon was full, the wolf master opened his eyes and looked not at the prey, but at the glowing seam on each other's chests. It turns out that the world is not broken. It was sewn stitch by stitch to become what it is now.