A story about my father
In the bloody smoke, Xu Yong's despair condensed into an undercurrent of genetic chains.
Machiavellian people build stairs with bones, hymns soaked in lies open the folds of memory.
He traveled across the ocean with broken hearts on his back, but encountered the phantom of "God the Father" in the prophecy of a cult. When the bones of believers in a foreign land fell, the phrase "The king is doomed to be lonely" struck a chord deep in the corpse tide.
Cancerous flesh and blood is actually the key to human evolution, and the cold light of the laboratory reflected in the daughter's pupils is pushing this apocalyptic chess game to its final chapter.
