"Since the War of Dusk, the heavens had been empty, and the earth had been in chaos.
"To make all things in heaven and earth knowable, Taiyi the Order was born.
"This was the first day.
"He gathered nebulae to make a Quill Plectrum, and fashioned a great instrument with black and white keys.
"When he struck the white keys, the sun rose. When he struck the black keys, the moon rose.
"Thus day and night came to be. This was the second day."
Everyone followed the red-carpeted path. The interior of the Grand Theater was fantastical enough to live up to its name: the path broke apart into blocks that spiraled upward through the dark sky, picture frames shone with light, and kneeling puppets were everywhere.
"Why did you suddenly start telling a myth? What do myths have to do with Penacony's history? I could make up loads more of this stuff off the top of my head."
Jiang Yu couldn't quite understand what Sunday was getting at, and voiced his complaint.
The guy had said something earlier about history being a mirror, only to start straight off with a myth. Myths had absolutely nothing to do with Penacony's history...
Never mind how much of that myth was made up; it was hard to say whether the planet of Penacony had even formed that far back. So what exactly could a myth tell them about Penacony's problems?
It wasn't as though Jiang Yu had never learned the saying, "A bronze mirror lets you straighten your clothes; the past as a mirror reveals rise and decline; other people as a mirror reveal your gains and losses." He understood what it meant, too, but...
He really couldn't understand what profound lesson anyone could learn from a history that started with the