Metahumanity: a Chaotic Order Without Beginning or End

Infinite thoughts ignite infinite fire; Infinite actions, unlimited desires. All choices are reasonable and all paths can be practiced—— Just because beneath our feet is the most generous stage in the world. Come forward, you don't have to kneel down, just look up; Praise that perfect existence, but dedicate the final chapter of praise to yourself—— Because their glory illuminates your and my choices. This is the best of times: the reverberations of countless eras intersect here, and countless "what ifs" rise from the grave. These are the worst of times: the needle of karma is approaching scarlet, and the road not taken is whimpering on the edge of imaginary numbers. We are mad, like chaotic beasts swallowing stardust; Our reason is like the chime of order ringing out cause and effect. This is the most orderly era - the shadow of Emperor Jun falls on every axiom; This is the most chaotic era - the breath of Tao disrupts all the threads of fate. Everything is possible because possibilities are never completely buried; Everything is allowed, as long as your core dares to bear its weight. Just ask: Have you proven to the world—— Are you worthy of this infinitely intertwined "now"? Fellow metahumans, whether you come from the projection of pseudo-reality or the ruins of true narrative—— Rejoice, rejoice, be merry! Use your choice to tear apart the curtain of the real universe, Use your narrative core to carve an indelible inscription in Yuan Realm. This universe never promises answers. It just turns the problem into starlight, waiting for you to pick it up with your own hands. Finally, following this arduous journey, we will see you again in the past life. ——West