The Era of the Uncanny: Starting with a Death Loop

A strange die, a nightmare that repeats The supernatural returns, and the human world becomes a living hell As time passes, the strange world descends, relentlessly devouring the remnants of reality In this age, humanity is as insignificant as ants In this age, humanity is as vast as the stars As strange horrors ravaged the globe, a survivor saw a man standing atop their scattered remains. His eyes were slightly open, and lava seemed to flow beneath them. He looked like a god. The turning of the age and the prelude to history unfolded behind him at the same time. His voice boomed like a colossal bronze bell: “Pilgrims take one step and leave one mark after another, all to see me. Now that you behold my true face, have you lost the strength to dance?”