Como um “novo” escavado do Poço do Espaço-Tempo, Xuan Chong trilha o caminho para herdar as estrelas com uma confiança inabalável. Consegue fazer bem os deveres, resistir ao fogo intenso e suportar as críticas. A bandeira nunca cairá de suas mãos — e agora, essa bandeira será sua. ...Linha divisória do espaço-tempo... Desde armas frias até navios blindados, das profundezas do manto terrestre até o espaço estelar, busca-se, enfim, uma possibilidade. Ao adentrar as páginas do livro, é possível olhar através do poço para o outro lado. Esperando ser descoberto.
Fortieth century. In the outer reaches of the solar system, within a vast, flat expanse of space. This region has been organized into a stellar field, where once-chaotic interstellar dust has been arranged into precise microscopic structures, much like the crops in ancient farmlands thousands of years ago, absorbing electromagnetic waves and particles from the sun, converting them into negative entropy, and storing them upon the foundational membrane of the universe.
Within this cosmic pasture, an "old farmer" was conducting a special measurement on the finest patch of his celestial land.
The "farmer," using fluctuations in solar radiation to mark the time, reckoned that his "wife" should soon be arriving at the "field ridge."
After each round of "weaving" within the core of the star, she would always join him for a chat.
Soon, a communication flickered through the molecular cloud: "How are things on your end?"
The old farmer replied, "I'm drilling—I've already reached the temporal sediment layer from two thousand years ago."
His wife teased him, "You're always so energetic, spending entropy across several dimensions just to chase after a fleeting moment in the past—is it really worth it?"
Despite her words, she helped operate a spatial facility sixteen astronomical units away, shaped like a rolling drum. This was the "cradle," modeled after Earth, where humanity remained in a state of natural development. In this age, those w