[When the neon lights of the cyber city were eaten away by mechanical spiders, the blood stains on Shen Mo's body were fading into nothingness - this was the birthmark of the end of civilization. He stepped through the turbulence of time solidified into amber, with three collapsing dimensions floating behind him: the broken spiritual veins of the world of immortality entangled with the wreckage of the starship, the gear plague of the steampunk empire took root in the cyber fighting arena, and what he was crushing at this moment was the last Philosopher's Stone in a certain magical kingdom that was still screaming.
He is a walking incubator of ghost stories, with the galaxy of entropy flowing through his veins.
Shen Mo used his nails to open the observation window on the space curtain. The creatures in three hundred galaxies were verifying Gödel's theorem by eating each other. The iris of his left eye is the constantly reorganized Mayan end-of-calendar calendar, while his right eye contains all the erased timelines: "The purity of despair requires hope as a culture medium."
"It's time to sow new nightmares."
Shen Mo tore off his own shadow and stuck it on the dusk line of the new world, and the flowing darkness immediately began to pollute the laws of physics. The primitive civilization awakening in the morning light will not know that in their newly tamed fire are curled up entropy beasts that can eat the technological trees, and that the cornea of the first human to look up at the stars has long been imprinted with the observer's protocol that distorts the stars.
