Sewing Soul in the World Scroll

This is a story about memory and forgetting. There is a seamstress master in Lin'an City named Shen Qingci. She can use silver needles and cinnabar thread to sew the remnant soul back to the corpse, allowing the deceased to briefly return to the world and speak unfinished words. But every time her soul is stitched, a little bit of her own memory is permanently lost. Sewing the skin, she forgot what she ate yesterday. Sewing meat, she forgot the name of the client. Sewing her bones, she forgot a period of her childhood. Sewing her soul, she forgot what it felt like to love someone. The more she tries to regain memories for others, the more she loses. Late one night, a woman brought a commission. The deceased was Zhou Dechang, the owner of Jinyunzhai, who died suddenly at home. He only said one sentence after returning to Yang: "The fire in Jinyunzhai... It was me." The fire occurred twelve years ago, burning down the Shen family's old house and killing Shen Qingci's father. The government said it was a flood, and the neighbors said it was a natural disaster. But what Zhou Dechang said was "it's me". From that moment on, Shen Qingci embarked on a road of no return—— With each step she takes, she loses a memory; Every time she gets closer to the truth, she gets further away from herself. She discovered an organization called the "Shadow Weaver Division" that weaves false history and manipulates collective memory; She found a list of seven people, seven of whom were soul seamers, and six of whom had died "accidentally"; She met a shadow weaver named Zhao Yanhui, and they stood side by side in the ruins of memory; She saw a bronze mirror that reflected what the world looked like before it was "sewn" out—— The real world has long been destroyed. The world they live in is a world sewn by others. And she is the needle that sews the world together.