Cobweb

You notice that the lights in the building opposite never come on at the same time. When the 401 in the 1st building is on, the 702 in the 3rd building will go out. The curtains in Building 5 and 203 always open a crack at 3:17 in the morning. You have counted the seventeen buildings and 3,400 households in the entire community. The breathing rate is just enough to spell out a piece of Morse code - the content is: "It's awake." Everyone in this world is an "insighter". You can infer from the curvature of the delivery boy's fingerprints that he killed a chicken last night, calculate the time of his husband's affair from the shaking frequency of his neighbor's quilt while drying, and even predict a car accident three hours later from the interval between streetlight flashes. Talent is a curse in this world, because the more you know, the tighter the cobweb becomes - everyone you "see through" will have an invisible thread between their eyebrows, and the other end is connected to the sky. Until you discover that the abilities of all clairvoyants come from the same "cultivation": when you stare into the abyss for long enough, the spider in the abyss will give you a bite of "truth". The so-called cultivation of immortality is just to live like a thread in a spider web. The stronger you are, the closer you are to the one entrenched between "reality" and "fantasy". This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.