Stop Cultivating Heaven, Let Fire and Frost Know Each Other in the Cracks

The blacksmith Hai'er holds a forging hammer that has been burning for nine hundred years, and the lines of magma are cracked in the palm of the hand; the moon girl Chang'e falls against the moon soul of three thousand years, and half of her face is frozen white. They were chosen not because of luck, but because of a curse - the fire of the forge would burn away flesh, and the stone of the cold abyss would consume memories. When the chisel that shattered the world shed its first tear in the center of the moon, they finally understood: the real repair of the sky is not to glue the cracks back to their original state, but to let the fire and frost quiet down in the same furnace until every crack generates light on its own.