Reality Is Weird

At three forty in the morning, the door of Room 404 opened silently. Lin Mo stood in the shadows, silent, motionless, and unexplained. His shadow is as dark as ink, everything freezes when touched, and the world instinctively surrenders. The copper piece is the heart of the shadow, the clock is the corpse of time, and the reflectors are dormant in the darkness, trying to tear this weird order apart. When reality begins to distort, when the rules begin to rot, he stands in the middle of the crumbling world, calm as ice. Silent fear spread, the world surrendered at his feet, and he just watched in silence as everything collapsed. This is not supernatural, this is reality itself, which is weird. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.