The Sky Cracks

The floating world is full of cages, whoever holds the elixir pen will judge life and death. Those who climb the ladder to heaven steal immortality, and I use my body to refine the heavens. Later I figured out why the rain in the city that year always had a burning smell that couldn't be washed away. Everyone said that immortality had opened up, and the neighbors kowtowed to the golden statue every night. But when I got up in the middle of the night, I clearly saw the shadow reflected on the window paper next door, quietly giving birth to a few more hands in the moonlight. Those virtuous big shots always smiled solemnly, but when they got closer, there was always a fishy smell under their skin that was tightly covered by the strong fragrance. What exactly fell from the sky? Are they worshiping Buddha or something else? I have no idea. I only remember that night, there was a young man covered in injuries walking against the crowd of kneeling people with a smile on his face.