My memory faded like quicksand, leaving only the shell of a name and a career.
The world in front of me is completely crazy: behind the Victoria facade is the crawling cyber pipe, and at the end of the Chinese courtyard is the cold white light of the laboratory. The streets are strange snakes biting head to tail, and the light is the embers of dusk that never fade away. This is Cloister Town - a nightmare of non-Euclidean geometry.
The rusty seven-day wheel spins and pronounces today's "theme." Is it a day of silence that bans sound and attracts "sound-eaters"? Or is it a mirror day with a distorted "reflection" crawling out of the mirror? What's even more frightening is the cognitive pollution that comes with it: other people's faces melt into mosaics in my eyes, the clues I just remembered recede like the tide in the next second, and even my own sense of existence is getting thinner...
"Anchor" is my glimmer of light against madness, "Filth" is the poison ivy that stalks my soul. I must explore this twisted place, solve mysteries, and bond with the "lost" who are also confused. But trust is a luxury. Suspicion, betrayal, and competition for resources are as deadly as invisible pollution.
Seven days. Only seven days. Failure means "returning to zero" - clearing the memory, restarting everything, and being trapped in reincarnation forever.
The deeper you go, the more chilling the truth becomes. Those strange familiar feelings, those memory fragments that do not belong to this cycle... The horror of Corridor Town seems to be drawing nourishment from the deepest fear in my heart.
Am I prey? Experimental product? Or... Part of the cognitive cage itself?
"Seven-Day Roulette: Cognitive Cage" - a cruel race against space, rules, others, and ultimately, against the edge of self-collapse.
