When the world begins to forget
The dome of the Liulicuan Art Museum is iridescent in the dusk, and the spliced glazed bricks are emitting a subtle hum, resonating in the air like countless slender tuning forks. Shen Yanzhou was wearing a memory probe, and as soon as his fingertips touched Gu Linyuan's temple, he was swept up in a raging torrent of consciousness - a world without windows is suffocating, the walls stretch to infinity, and all places that should be light-transmitting are filled with solidified darkness, and only the sound of broken glass echoes repeatedly in the void.
"There is no sister." Gu Linyuan's voice was distorted in the memory maze, with a metallic coldness, "I have never had this character in my life." But Shen Yanzhou's probe has captured the cracks, and those memory fragments that were forcibly erased condensed into translucent shadows deep in his consciousness: the girl with braids held up the fragments of glass and smiled at him in the sun, and the light spots refracted by the fragments formed strange symbols on the wall. Whenever this phantom appears, Gu Linyuan's memory will shake violently, and the sound of glass shattering will amplify, as if to tear the entire consciousness space.
The weirdness of the real world has already spread. In Shen Yanzhou's diagnosis and treatment records, the list of patients is growing at an alarming rate: the architect suddenly cannot understand the meaning of the "door" and is trapped in the room banging on the wall day and night; the clockmaker loses the perception of "time" and disassembles and reassembles the gears, forever staying at the same moment; the gallery manager can only cry blankly when staring at the "mirror" because she can no longer understand the concept of "reflection". The trajectories of all patients point to buildings designed by Gu Linyuan, and Liulicuan Art Museum is the only one
