The world is a silent body.
Its pulse is strangled by invisible hands, and its bones are embedded in rusty gears.
Some people call this order, others are willing to call it parts.
Until a certain incomplete "voice" began to wake up——
It crawls out of the embers of death, using pain as its fuel and intuition as its blade.
It tears apart the veneer of shadow and reveals the gaze of higher-dimensional pupils.
This is not a revenge story.
This is the body's backlash against the operator,
It is a question from a small individual to a huge system:
If evolution is destined to be accompanied by deprivation, who has the right to define the shape of life?
The "Architect" watches everything.
The experiment has just begun.
System Control｜Somatic Revolution｜Abyss Gazing｜Evolutionary Paradox
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