I Have Maxed Out My Paper-Cutting Skills in the Weird World

Strange resurgence, indescribable whispers seep into the world from the deep sea and the starry sky. The awakened ones are running, and the technological weapons are screaming, but it is difficult to resist the despair of flesh and blood distortion. And I only keep a box of silver knives for cutting red paper passed down from my grandmother. Cutting out a magpie can bring you good luck for three days; cutting out a door god can bring peace to the house for a hundred days. Until that day, the stars hung upside down in the sky, His pupils opened from the moon, and everything was silent. I spread out the last foot of red silk in the ruins, and cut out a winding galaxy with a silver knife like a pen—— "The taboos here are all my prisoners on paper."