They said I (Su Wan) was crazy - the sound of combing my hair in the mirror was an auditory hallucination, and the red string on my wrist was a delusion.
It wasn't until the midnight clock struck that the mirror cracked, and the human-eating monster crawled out, that I realized: What I chained was the power of the star-tracking remnant, and what I cut was the remnant soul gnawing at the earth's veins in the mirror.
Three years ago, Lin Shen threw me into the Mirror Realm. Three years later, he wore the badge of the Soul-Suppressing Division and begged me to kill him. I sneered, "First, I'll kill the ghost behind you, and then I'll blame you for feeding the evil ghosts."
The sanatorium is an outpost of earth veins. The patients draw mahogany swords, and the director's black mist hides the souls of grievances. The hot "weird core" in my chest is actually the seed of the star track that has been protected by the mirror watchers for generations - what the madman sees is the truth: the sound of combing hair is the earth veins calling for help in the mirror, and this sanatorium is a cage of trapped energy.
Later, when my descendants touched the star track graffiti I carved, the sanatorium shook to the point of collapse when their fingertips broke through the remains of the scissors. He grasped the hot blade and realized that my unfinished cultivation of earth veins was the fate that he could not escape.
