Which is real, and which is an illusion? Can you tell the difference?
“When I tore up my psychiatric records, the marriage certificate on the shrine began to bleed.
They called me a madwoman who killed her father, never knowing that rusted bones could pierce reality.
Under the blood moon of the cultivation world, she smiled in her wedding dress from the electric chair:
‘If you tear up the records, who will prove that we were fated to be together in this life?’
Is this world real or false? Only her 37-degree kiss can burn through the illusion.
But with every drop of candle wax, the ghosts and gods carve another scar into our marriage contract.
Save me, while I can still tell whether the scar in your palm is a love tribulation... or the binding thread of my medical records.”
