My name is Lin Yuan, and I am locked up in a mental hospital.
They said I had a severe split personality.
The joys and sorrows of different worlds are always playing out in my mind - the forbidden love between an actor and a warlord in the Republic of China, the death of supporting characters in comic book characters in their awakening, the misplaced love and hate on the interstellar battlefield, and the life-burning obsession of masters and apprentices in the world of Xianxia.
Every "I" loves vigorously and dies completely.
Every time I die, I get a memory fragment.
When the four pieces were put together, a half-familiar face emerged - it was me, but not me.
I finally realized that none of this was a split at all.
The night I rushed out of the hospital, I thought I was finally free.
It wasn't until my body fell from a high building and the sound of wind filled my ears that I realized that the forest edge of the hospital was just another reincarnation of a certain "subject".
So... This "I" who is falling is a broken shadow in whose dream?
And where is the real subject at this moment, watching all this?
