Lin Mo woke up in the middle of the night and found a giant tree covering the sky and sun on the moon outside the window.
He used his mobile phone to take photos to collect evidence, but the lens reflected a scarlet blood moon, and the trees were covered with human-shaped fruits.
The girlfriend rubbed her eyes and leaned closer to the screen: "Isn't there always a moon tree?"
His whole body was cold, and he realized that he was the only one in the world who remembered the real moon.
Experts on TV talked about "cognitive unity", and tree-like bruises quietly appeared on the back of my girlfriend's neck.
Lin Mo fled into the city, where the neon signs twisted into branches and the pupils of passers-by reflected the blood moon.
He hid in the library and opened the ancient book. The text on the page swam and reorganized like a living snake——
"When the shadows of the trees swallow up the two moons, the door will open in the gaze."
His fingertips touched the cold bump, and he touched the back of his neck...
