The night at Crosswind Harbor seems to come earlier than elsewhere; twilight descends subtly, with the sunset sinking into the Cloud Sea, painting the sky with fiery clouds. Soon, even the last trace of red light gradually fades away.
Lights illuminate the harbor, resembling stars fallen onto the earth, lighting up sequentially from afar to near, gathering into a vast river in the darkness, reflected in Fang Hong's eyes, dark, cold, yet carrying a sliver of warmth.
This boundless universe, in the eyes of humanity, seems to contain the ultimate answer to all questions—but cannot answer the doubt in his heart at this moment:
Did he come to this world out of his own volition? Or is it an inevitability amid countless possibilities?
Is someone manipulating this possibility?
Just like the events that happened to his parents years ago.
