Burning with No Return: the Blood Scab on the Main Press Card

The underground world is the placenta corroded by the civilization on the earth. It is the collective cemetery of the civilization on the earth. Every grain of dust is wrapped in an uncorrupted soul. Smelly ichor was oozing from every crack in the brick. The neon lights on the surface soaked into swollen floating corpses in the underground water veins, and the cracks in the asphalt road extended downward to become the esophagus of a giant python, mincing the traffic and people's voices into bubbles, and spitting them into the stomach of the abyss. The skyscrapers on the surface have grown into a forest of upside-down tombstones deep in the rock formations. The glass curtain walls have broken into millions of diamond-shaped grave bricks, each of which is engraved with a forgotten anniversary of death. The subway tracks turn into the tentacles of corpse insects, groping back and forth in the darkness for the fallen shadows of living people on the surface - those shadows will be dragged into the first level of the "double hell", soaked in the salt water of regret into transparent specimens, and hung at the entrance of the underground river as lanterns. The resentment generated in the above-ground world seeps into the earth's crust like humus, spawning a devouring "shadow realm" in the abyss. Under the land that is soaked with violence, greed, and unwillingness, dark veins like tree roots are growing, gradually dragging the buildings, people, and memories on the surface into the muddy "prototype cemetery." When the density of negative emotions in a certain city exceeds a critical value, the underground shadow realm will overflow the surface like rising black water, folding the real world into its own decaying texture, eventually forming a "double hell" composed of resentment.