Twenty years after the Calamity, the Mirror Sky collapsed, and reflections began devouring people.
From then on, a rule governed the human world: a person's shadow watches their entire life.
We thought our shadows belonged to us, unaware that after the Mirror fell,
the living were mere reflections, while their reflections were the true souls.
Countless dead from within the mirrors hang in the darkness above, watching the living day and night.
When you rejoice, they watch; when you struggle, they hope; when you fall apart, they celebrate.
In an apocalypse where ancient arts have withered, only the surviving traditions of old China can suppress corruption, soothe souls, and ward off illusion.
Shen Yan, the last shadow puppeteer, guards his dwindling craft and holds together a solitary city.
He performs for the wrongly killed ghosts of the world and guides the unburied souls of the living,
while silently bearing the world's most unjust rule:
Those who guard the old arts are punished for suppressing corruption and condemned for saving lives. The more compassion they show, the more they suffer in return.
Everyone is a remnant of life inside a mirror, and all people are actors in a game of chess.
When everything beneath heaven is illusion, when life itself is counterfeit,
the only way to defy fate has never been to become a god and attain invincibility.
It is to shatter the gaze that has watched for ten thousand years and give the human world one true chance at freedom.