(No female lead + Cthulhu + infinite flow)
The door was opened, and “They” were free once more.
Imagination became reality, and the world descended into chaos.
When the stars gathered and the sun and moon shared the sky, chaos and disorder would consume the world.
Only by closing the door could it all end.
That raincoat: cut it to pieces, burn it, throw it away. The next morning, it was folded neatly and placed beside He An’s pillow.
Thirty people walked into the forest. Something in the fog learned to speak like them. It sounded just like them.
There was only one thing it could never learn.
It never blinked.
Was it “They” who corrupted the world,
or was the world itself already sick?
