Market Bell

When the fog comes, it will call your name. Say yes and follow it. The day he woke up, the fog called him, but he didn't answer - because in this world, there was a clock that was about to go out hanging above everyone's head. The fire in the clock jumped and jumped, and after the jump, the person disappeared silently like a lamp going out; only the top of his head was empty. Fame will be borrowed, longevity will be burned, and even a complete bone of a dead person cannot be carved into it. The last spring in Cangyuan is almost extinguished. He could see things that others couldn't see: how the fog borrowed time, how the names were carried into the stone tablets, and how many people were trapped in the lamp flame who no longer called their names. There is one more thing he can do - give back what was taken away. But every time he returns it, his name becomes cracked; every time he calls out a word that the world doesn't recognize, he forgets a little bit about himself. He forgot his origins, forgot a very important face, and in the end, he couldn't even leave his own name. He only has one name left, given by others. Every morning, the girl would call him. "No clock." "... Here." What he sought was never immortality. He just wants to keep the last light in Cangyuan and the person who remembers to call his name every day.