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In the Cage of Glass, and the Sun Amidst the Rubble By : The zero stone "My basket used to hold nothing but trash, Bee.  Today, it has gathered enough value to hold up a friend.  Cracked glass can always be melted and forged anew." The twilight sun outside the 45th-floor glass window did not offer a magnificent spectacle. It merely stained the horizon with a deep, bloody crimson, resembling a drying wound. Bee sat submerged behind his massive oak desk, his shoulders once proudly squared, now slumped as if he were bearing the physical weight of the entire glass tower alone. The stark red financial figures flashing on the computer screen stood like a silent executioner. A hundred million in debt—the bitter harvest of betrayal by a trusted partner—was suffocating the empire he had built from nothing, dragging it relentlessly toward an inescapable abyss. The low hum of the air conditioner only deepened the brutal silence within the office. Bee’s mind was filled with the deafenin...

Beneath the Shifting Shards of Glass... Stars Whisper of Grace  By: The zero stone “Giving... is not a matter of having excess money, my child,  but it is a matter of having an abundance of heart.” The stench of rotting waste mingled with the sweltering heat radiating from the earth, like the foul breath of a monster consuming the discarded relics of metropolis prosperity. This was the kingdom of abandonment, where "Mother" and "Boy A" used their bare hands to sustain their fragile existence day by day. Amidst mountains of garbage looming overhead, the scorching sun baked their skin into a deep, weathered coppery bronze, yet Mother’s eyes remained placid, calm, and profound—like a freshwater spring that would never run dry. "A... remember this, my child," Mother said, her voice raspy yet firm, as she reached out her calloused, cracked hand to gently stroke her son’s head. "Even if our baskets are filled with what others brand as trash, our hearts mu...