The Wandering Earth Novella の小説・ストーリー

One single, golden-brown leaf drifted down from the canopy, landing in the grey mud. We had traded our magic for our lives, and now we had to learn how to live in a world that could die. "Let the leaves fall, Nathaniel," I said, my voice a steady, amber resonance. "It’s about time we saw the spring." The aventure with the sight of the pack huddling together for warmth around the fires of the harbor. The White Wolf was no longer a Queen of the Stars, but she was the mother of a world that was finally, truly, its own.

From deep geothermal vents, a mixture of amber resin and carbonized bone flowed into the shapes of interstellar ships. "They're called Seed-Walkers," Leo said, his voice low as he viewed the satellite feeds. "The planet isn't just building ships, Kael. It's sprouting. It's creating 'Mini-Biospheres'-vessels that carry a piece of the Earth's own neural network inside them." The Call of the Lost

It had changed once more. Its crystal no longer held a compass. Or a vision. It held countless tiny lights. Every lantern. Every road. Every friendship. Connected. Alive. Noah closed his journal with a smile. "I think..." he whispered, "...this is where every story truly begins." Above the valley, a new star appeared in the daylight sky. Not replacing the sun. Simply shining beside it. And somewhere, in a distant world no traveler had yet reached... someone looked up at that new star— and, for reasons they could not explain,