Life draws the warp, the soul draws the weft, and the warp and weft are intertwined, which is the world. And this is the hymn of the world. When there are blue ripples on the mirror of the museum in Maple Leaf City, angels and grinning clowns who come through the mirror split the life of the ordinary teenager Xia Xiangtian in half. This is a fantasy fantasy woven with 2D animation-you will follow Xiaotian, a teenager with black-rimmed glasses, and solve the mystery of the metempsychosis of "Watcher of Time" in the gap between reality and other worlds. The shadow of the dead in the Victorian era, the struggle for the badge of the 25 th ancestor, the tampered memory and the broken family relationship spread out layer by layer in the halo of the magic circle and the bite of the gear. Xia Xiangtian's world used to be an old book, with strawberry cake crumbs and the melody of Moon River. Until the bloody angel boy and the grinning clown smashed his loneliness-the tenderness that was hidden too deep was never an illusion. When Zabi harvested the real name of the people in the desert kingdom and evolved into a torrent of the undead that devoured everything, Xiaotian finally grasped the crimson knife and faced his fate under the protection of the world tree. This fantasy confrontation between the Victorian undead and the modern city will eventually reveal the ultimate secret of his tampered memory with his partners. -and the meaning of existence, has long been written in the bundle of eternal hope between life and death. 100+ cartoon dynamic illustration: not only a game, but also a world depicted with painstaking efforts. 500+full animation performance: the fog of the dead is wrapped in the sigh of teenagers in the war, the roots of the world tree are wrapped in tampered memories, and the fork of many endings is the tear of "friends or truth". With the fetters of body temperature: when Xiaotian hid the stolen dagger in his schoolbag, when his friends' blood mixed with magic elements melted into the barrier of time and space-this is a clumsy fantasy that we all had.
