[Golden apples in the abyss, sacrifices to nothingness]
She is a living puzzle crawling out of the abyss
Gray hair, foggy eyes, wherever bare feet have stepped -
The cracks in space are closed, and the pollution recedes like a tide.
"Doctor", the executive officer of the Fools, personally marked her as "Sample Zero":
A precious vessel that can swallow the abyss, a blank canvas waiting to be painted.
He is the scientific tyrant who dissects divinity
The red light of the scanner cut open every inch of her skin,
The overpressure chamber crushes bones and injects neurotoxins into veins.
Just to collect cold data after the pain threshold.
Until scars become art and observation becomes blasphemy——
In her frozen pupils, he saw the cracks in his rational fortress.
When the abyss stares into the abyss
A ghostly question rang in my ears:
"Doctor, what are you looking for?"
Is it the experimental subject that is being worshiped, or is it a mirror that reflects one's own madness?
"The very means of pursuing absolute rationality constitutes your biggest irrational variable."
A dark fable about control and backlash,
Between the blood-stained experimental log and the brain wave map,
Witness that humanity and divinity perish together in the abyss of nothingness.
It feels a bit obscure
Such a high-end feeling