My name is Keir, and I live in the last refuge of mankind - Alan Bell Gardens.
There is no pollution, no hunger, and rules maintain a perfect balance.
Until that day, the world before my eyes flickered, revealing the crawling codes and strange rules behind it.
[Rule 1: If you see black particles on the sheets, please ignore them immediately and take blue nutritional ointment. Remember, it doesn't exist.
[Rule 2: If you hear a scratching sound under your pillow, do not turn on the light and pretend to be asleep until the sound disappears.
[Rule 3: Never question why you are alive, and never explore whether you are dead.
Now, there's movement under my sheets, and the nutrient cream turns an eerie blue. And I am violating the first rule.
Because I know that this garden itself is the biggest weird story about rules. And living is its most vicious curse.
