If you were to imagine a novel/movie using the following words, what kind of plot and scenes would you envision? Who ascended the zither platform? Destiny still lingers in the score. When did the rhythm falter? Disaster struck suddenly, surging forth. People strayed on the dark path. Smoke filled the air, greed, anger, and delusion ran rampant. Hell appeared on earth. Is sacrifice worthy of praise? Eternity burns like a raging fire. You are trapped in the amber of time. Friends have all scattered, the world is desolate. The inscription on the tombstone is filled with regret. Devastation buries cries. A complete answer cannot be pieced together. The broken body turns into flames, scattered in the wind. The embers vanish without a trace. How can the scales of life and death tilt? There are no absolutes. Unsolvable mysteries always keep you awake at night. The shackles of cause and effect are hard to break. You can only seize the chance to reverse in suffering. The body eventually rots. The bones turn to charcoal. The name scatters with the wind. History becomes an illusion. The path you chose has no end. You will never hesitate, nor will you stop. Loneliness has long been forged into armor, making you no longer anxious, no longer afraid. Walking between good and evil, darkness and light are entangled partners. Lingering at the end of the long night, of the countless stories in the world, what is worthy of praise?