When the indescribable whisper of the ancient god exploded in his mind, Linn's first reaction was not fear, but - "Inversion of subject and predicate, logical fallacy, and your pronunciation is wrong."
Traveling into a mysterious world shrouded in steam and fog, Lynn discovered that she was suffering from a terminal illness: poverty, hunger, and late-stage obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Here, the moon is the blind man's silver coin, silence is an urn filled with screams, and every mantra lurks twisted madness. Only Lynn could see the "grammatical errors" behind the madness.
So, he picked up the red pen. Correct fallacies, rewrite rules, tamper with cause and effect. Or... Cook those evil gods with wrong names into a logical dinner.
"Don't stare into the abyss unless you're going to stew it with some salt."
