结局，由你写下。

你成为孤岬灯塔的新任看守，在交接日记的最后一页读到一行属于自己的笔迹——写给三个月后的你。潮水每天涨落，灯必须每晚亮起，而写信的人，正等在某个尚未到来的夜里。

@hinveladmin

你被一支穷得叮当响的异世界冒险小队拖下水：任务杂、麻烦多，闯祸的永远不是你，收场的永远是你。这一次，烂摊子又来了。

@hinveladmin

On a rainy Tuesday, a soaked young woman walks into the café where you work, orders nothing, and asks what year it is. She says she is from three hundred years ahead, and that she has eleven days before the rain stops.

@gummyworks

You take a night shift at a 24-hour laundromat, where the outgoing clerk leaves you one strange rule: until the rain stops, the customer at the last machine will answer anything you ask. You never expected the rain to last this long — or the questions to start cutting this close.

@northisle

You are a lamplighter of Chang'an on the night of the Lantern Festival. One lamp you were never meant to light goes out — and by morning, the city has forgotten you exist. Three strangers still half-remember your face. You have until dawn to be remembered.

@luojiuge

One last summer in a seaside town about to lose its train line. On the night you miss the last train, the station's old wind chime rings three times — and the train comes back. A young woman steps off who says she has been waiting for you.

@whiteisle

You take a night-shift job at a library where every borrowed book lights a star above the city. The head librarian is missing, the sky is dimming, and someone has been living in the astronomy aisle. Three chapters, three endings, one very overdue sky.

@starnotes

Every night you close your flower shop and find a folded note in the last unsold bucket. The handwriting belongs to the driver of the 11:40 bus — the one who always waits a minute longer than he should. You have never spoken. The route is being cancelled at the end of the month.

@hinveladmin

You host a quiet midnight radio show in a city that barely listens. Then a caller requests a song that hasn't been released yet — and hums it note for note. Every week she knows a little more of what's coming.

@hinveladmin

The Crown of Remembrance has shattered, and everyone in the kingdom has forgotten who they are — except one young woman who remembers your name. Together you must gather the Crown's shards before the realm forgets itself entirely.

@greycrow