The clock sighs its final breath,
shadows curling like dying embers.
I walk the thread of twilight's edge,
where echoes of fate murmur in riddles.
Death lingers, a whispering tide,
a hush before the storm of rebirth.
Not into the silence of forgotten names,
but into a world where the sky burns red.
The wind howls of ruin to come,
a month's grace before the earth shatters.
Steel and ash, hunger and blood—
I stand where hope and horror entwine.
The end was only a door,
and beyond it, the war of my second life
begins.
After hearing the prophecy, grandpa Chu started to ponder while Ye Xuan was shocked. What kind of prophecy was that? It sounded more like a curse.
And what did it mean by death lingers and the storms of rebirth? For the first time, he felt truly confused.
"I think I understand why he had those dreams. It should have been a warning for him too but he didn't understand it." Grandpa Chu said.
"What do you mean father?" Chu Mo asked.
