My Name Is Huang Tian—What’s with “The Blue Sky Is Dead”?

“Doctor, for the past ten days, I’ve been half-hearing someone call my name whenever I fall asleep.” “Mr. Huang Tian, that’s an auditory hallucination.” “I’m certain I heard it.” “Then it’s somatic symptom disorder from anxiety.” “Somatic symptom disorder?” “In any case, you’re perfectly fine. Don’t worry. Just avoid smoking and drinking, keep regular hours, and relax—you’ll recover.” “…” On September 5, I saw a doctor who told me nothing was wrong. I felt somewhat relieved—but that very afternoon, I was laid off. On September 6, I tried to clear my mind before bed and actually slept through until dawn. Yet when I opened my eyes, I heard the calls in terror—for the first time while fully awake. On September 7, I stayed up all day and night, haggard, because the ghostly whispers never stopped, day or night. On September 8, I was overjoyed—I discovered I could not only mute the voices in my ears but also follow the sound and see the very scenes of people talking about me. Could I be a god? September 9… Some days later, just when I thought my strange ability had reached its limit, a faint chorus of tens of thousands chanted in my ear: “The Blue Sky is dead; the Yellow Sky shall rise.” I was dumbfounded: Is this “Huang Tian” also me?