I'm Not a Screenwriter

After ink spread across the paper, the boundaries of human understanding began to blur.

From that day on, people could no longer tell fiction from reality, scripts from life, or the stage from the world beyond it… The tower of understanding built on reason came crashing down, and the chaos had only just begun.

Gray scripts seeped into reality along with the ink, like invisible shackles dragging the living world onto a predetermined track.

In this age, words were the most dangerous weapon;

In this age, those who held the pen were the most terrifying beings.

As reality crumbled, some saw a down-and-out writer standing atop the ruins of civilization, eyes blazing, seeming both sorrowful and glad.

The final chapter of the age slowly unfolded beneath his pen. He raised his ink-stained hands and softly declared to the shattered world:

“I am reality.”