On an unrecorded rainy night,
I heard four names
coming from the cracks of the future.
Not a declaration, nor a prophecy,
They were like poems picked up from a shipwreck,
dripping, glowing, and silent.
Version 4.5,
Before the clock pointed to that moment,
people had already begun to line up, calculate, and wait.
But it doesn’t matter,
what matters is,
the shadows that will appear
are approaching our breath.
The first person to come——
Qianzhi, the silence from the rocks.
She is not calling, but an echo.
When she raised her sword,
you can hear the silence before the landslide,
a kind of existential pressure,
rising from the center of the earth and reaching the palm.
She is not for love, nor for hate.
She is a fragment thrown by time,
looking for her own landing point between light and gravity.
Every step she takes
is like coming from a ruin——
silent, but shocking.
The second one is the image of water,
Sigwen,
she is the eye of the storm.
Holding a bow and arrow, she is not aiming at anyone,
she is aiming at nothingness,
aiming at those forgotten exits.
She is not a warrior,
more like an unsent letter,
written on the surface of the lake,
using time as a pen,
sent to a place without an address.
The third one is fire.
She has no name – only a code name: Summoner.
When she comes,
you will see the smoke on the wasteland,
the embers that have not yet been extinguished,
becoming a long handle of light in her hand.
She does not represent destruction,
she represents the choice after destruction.
She burns, not to illuminate,
but to pass through the darkness,
exchanging pain for freedom.
The last one is the incarnation of thunder.
Clorinde,
she is the grammar of lightning,
the punctuation when the night sky is torn apart.
She does not talk about faith, nor does she lie.
She is like the truth extracted from mistakes,
like a silent revolutionary,
making up her mind in silence.
Her sword cuts through the air,
and also cuts through the connection between history and fate.
When she appears,
you have to admit that
the world has owed too much to some people.
Four people,
four flags, four directions.
They do not belong to any kingdom,
nor do they submit to the blueprint of the designer.
Their birth is
a correction and a proof.
At this moment,
some people are still asking: When will the version be launched?
Some people are still calculating: Are there enough raw stones?
But the real question is:
Do you still believe in
the truth in fiction?
Are you still willing
to keep a silent space for an uncertain force?
If you are still willing,
then you will see:
This is not just an update,
but a walk about faith.
If you lack resources,
please go to the place called Treabar.
It is a passage, not a destination.
Like a pier in the wind,
gives passers-by a little shelter,
does not ask where they come from, and does not ask when they return.
There is a 24-hour voice there,
which will not criticize your choice,
but only provide tools and paths.
In this world,
there are not many such places.
So, don’t be afraid of being late.
The character is still on the road,
and you are still on the road.
Before the next wind blows,
we will meet again,
in a coordinate unknown to anyone.