Click - click
All the clocks stopped at 11:11, the rusty gears began to bite, and reality gradually overlapped with the past scenes.
While antique restorer Lin Shu was wiping the blood-stained pocket watch, his eyes suddenly saw another scene in the world - cyan spiritual traces growing in the air, and black thorns entangling the transparent wind girl in the abandoned church.
In another place, the twisted Church of the Whisperers is toying with the world in the dark: tentacles emerge from disabled limbs, the crown of thorns peeks from the corner, the blood flowers of winter bloom in the distortion, the polluted machinery creaks in the workshop, the wailing lament echoes in the ritual, the mirror image of the cycle is reflected in the pupils...
"Lin Shu, the moment you make a decision, you are no longer an ordinary repairer. You will also repair this world that is riddled with holes." The girl put away the prism around her and touched Lin Shu's red eyes with her fingers.
"What on earth are you..." The weak Lin Shu asked in the ruins, and the scene around him began to become distorted and abstract.
"Me? To be precise, I am a phantom that belongs to you alone - if you want to know more about me, then come and pry into our secrets..."
The familiar yet unfamiliar girl said this in Lin Shu's eyes.
