Insect Thirteen spent his life in pursuit of beauty.
Since childhood, he aspired to the God of Longevity and the God of Wisdom, learning to tie bows with his mother, aiming to weave the most beautiful knots and construct the most beautiful life.
Like countless little insects, he was not afraid of death.
His life was incredibly resolute, with a garden ahead, Cangwu in his dreams, and divinity in his heart.
He was pure.
He consistently longed for beauty with unwavering dedication.
Initially, he researched with other ugly little caterpillars on how to make cocoons.
On this thorn-filled path of beauty, he saw companions who sacrificed their lives in cocoon-making to test the legitimacy of knots.
He witnessed insects volunteering as test subjects because of his words, validating his conjectures and providing him with data.
They were all very ugly, but their hearts were pure.
With each death of a companion, Insect Thirteen's heart grew heavier.
