As an "anchor" who can travel through the multiverse, I have thirteen avatars that share consciousness, but I am on the verge of extinction - only one "chip" remains to maintain existence and travel.
Every thought I have is polluting the world and eroding myself. Under the guidance of the crow, I must find a way to survive and refine chips in this scorched land of rules and regulations before I go completely crazy or be swallowed up, even if the cost is another death. Find a way out and refine chips in this scorched land of rules and regulations, even if the cost is another death.
This article uses Cthulhu-style cosmic horror as the background, blends the cognitive anxiety of cyberpunk and the sense of fate of time science fiction, creating an alien hell with broken rules. The protagonist's journey of finding "chips" in distortion is actually a cruel interrogation of the nature of existence - when the self can be divided, reality can be tampered with, and time can be shattered, is "survival" just a dance with madness?
"We read granite tablets, but we forget that stones can also lie."
And you've let lies grow tentacles, screaming in every word
