Skin is the boundary, the fig leaf, and the last dignity of civilization.
We wear it, walk around, love and hate, pretending to be "human".
Until one day, a strange disease began to spread in this city.
The patient's skin will suddenly become transparent, like cicada wings, like glass, like the irreversible truth.
The texture of the muscles, the purple blood vessels, the pulsating heart and the peristaltic intestines are all exposed.
This is not an ulcer in the medical sense, but a more cruel "clarity".
At first, it only happened to the marginalized - homeless people, drug addicts, forgotten old people.
People peek through the screen to satisfy their curiosity and sense of superiority.
Until a highly sought-after star sang under the spotlight, his cheeks quietly revealed his white jawbone.
Panic spread like an epidemic.
No one knows the cause.
Some say it is a new type of virus, some say it is mass hysteria, and some whisper that this is a divine punishment sent by the gods, or a curse looking back from the abyss.
When the skin barrier disappears, does the moral barrier still exist?
When the outer "I" and the inner "I" are nakedly opposed, which one is the more terrifying monster?
The one laughing in the dark, enjoying this grand "striptease"... "It".
We will dive into this transparent hell together.
Witness that intimacy deteriorates in nakedness, vows are shattered in front of the truth, and civilization takes off all its clothes in madness.
When everyone becomes a walking anatomical specimen with nothing to hide,
Do you still dare to stare at yourself in the mirror?
When the skin begins to betray, how many grams of humanity is left?
