When a low-magic age is struck by natural and human-made disasters, when the Chosen of Chaos begin to covet this world, when the Old Ones descend upon the earth, when the Tyranids lose their way and end up here, and when people, driven by desire, turn on one another in internecine wars, how long can humanity hold out?
Against the backdrop of the apocalypse, the darkness of human nature is laid bare, yet an ode to courage can still ring out across the skies.
A pair of eyes cannot see the world's cold indifference.
A jug of rough wine cannot drown all love and hatred.
A clumsy tongue cannot tell the endless changes of the world.
A song cannot capture the years slipping by.
A story is nothing more than a dream of golden millet.
The protagonists in this book simply act according to their natures as events unfold. They are merely witnesses to and participants in this stretch of history, nothing more.
All things cycle from beginning to end. Let the readers judge merit and blame, right and wrong.
This work does not allude to real life. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
After all, history has a way of repeating itself. We are merely witnesses to history.
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