Searching for Dreams in the Sea of ​​Dreams

While writing this story, I couldn't help but stare out the window in a daze - if the rain marks on the glass suddenly flow backwards, if the halo of the neon lights starts to flash digitally, can we really be sure that the world in front of us is "original from the factory"? I have secretly buried many meanings in the image of "water": it is the carrier of memory. Science says that 70% of the human body is water. It is a metaphor for dreams. The subconscious mind is like an undercurrent, and it is also the softest corrosive force that drips water through stone. Luochuan's name is a gentle suspense I send to this uncertain world. I wonder if you got a chill down your spine at a certain moment while reading it? For example, when Lao Chen draws his gun, or when the countdown appears in the photo... If so, please tell me in the comments - it proves that we share the same vigilance about the fragility of reality. In the following chapters, the sea will truly overflow the banks of reality, and everyone in the team will face the truth behind their names. PS: Strictly speaking, this is not cyberpunk. I prefer to call it "dimensional punk". This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.