[No matter where they go, they should remember, the past is false, memories are a road without a return, all past springs are irrecoverable, and the most intense and tenacious love ultimately is nothing more than a fleeting reality.]
[——Marquez, "One Hundred Years of Solitude"]
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The Tower of Creation shines brightly, people feel a gentle pull, consciousness as if detached from the heavy shell, flying towards the glorious IF line. They see the spires of a fantasy castle, the flowing light of a future city, the wheat waves of a pastoral song...
The torrent of words flows along the "barrier" on the surface of Yizhu Star, etched inside Yizhu Star.
Spring is so close to them, as if it could be touched with a reach...
Then the touch stops.
Humans did not pass through the barrier with the torrent of words, but remained in the small world, firmly blocked outside by the barrier.
The only success was the words.
