The Heaven-Mending Godmaker

You think Nuwa mended the sky?

There was no hole in the sky.

Don't rush to disagree. Even if someone really had pierced the heavens, the blame could hardly fall on a woman making clay dolls by the Yellow River.

And yet humans are arrogant, flawed creations.

From Nuwa's very first handful of earth, flaws were written into our bones. For thousands of years, we've refined pills, sought immortality, and edited genes, doing everything we can to make ourselves whole. But has anyone ever asked: when the day comes that every flaw is corrected, will we still be human?

This is a story about "mending the heavens," except the object to be mended isn't some ethereal atmosphere. It's humanity.

Beneath the snowy mountains lies a blueprint depicting the perfect human. Inside a young man's body lies the seed that can awaken it. Some have plotted for a thousand years to claim it, some have gone gray overnight for it, and some have burned themselves into light for it. Everyone wants to elevate this young man to godhood. Only his "dead" father left him a final message that sounded nothing like a dying man's last words:

Just be yourself.