I'm Not a Screenwriter

After the ink blurs on the paper, the boundaries of human cognition begin to blur. From that day on, people could no longer distinguish between fiction and reality, script and life, stage and the world... The tower of cognition built on reason collapsed, and the chaos had just begun. The gray script penetrates reality with the ink stains, like invisible shackles, dragging the living world into the established track. In this era, words are the most dangerous weapons; In this era, the writer is the most terrifying existence. Reality collapsed, and someone saw a down-and-out writer standing on the top of the ruins of civilization, his eyes like torches, both sad and happy. The final chapter of the era slowly unfolded under his pen. He raised his hands stained with ink and declared softly to the fragmented world—— "I am the truth."