I remember the last time I took part in Qidian's letter-writing event was the last time.
Haha, time really flew by. In the blink of an eye, it was another new year!
Before I knew it, this book had gone from accompanying you all for a year and a half to two and a half years, and I had gone from an immature young writer to an immature old thing.
Thanks to everyone's love and support, my experience and skills had grown quite a bit over the past year. And if I had to name the greatest gain, it was probably learning how to wrap things up.
The theme of this book was never "wasteland" or "game," but "resonance."
The story began with the "morphogenetic field" and would ultimately end with the "morphogenetic field." It was also a piece of foreshadowing I had planted from the very first chapter. Fortunately, after two and a half years, I had not forgotten it. I had actually managed to gradually bring it full circle, which surprised even me.
The "morphogenetic field" was, in fact, resonance. A group of people in different spaces, perhaps even different times, thought of the same thing, and the same piece of information appeared at both ends of space-time simultaneously. Strictly speaking, no information flowed between A and B, yet information was indeed transmitted, because A and B believed at the same time—and believed that the other side must believe as well.
That was resonance.
The resonance sparked between the characters in the book formed a world, and I believed that the characters in the book and some readers outside it could also form resonance.
When we all believed that, in some parallel universe, there was a blue planet, a group of clever and brave little players, and that