(A Aiwen, don't read)
The world has been quietly eroded by the "cognitive virus" and turned into countless deadly [weird places] - each with its own set of self-consistent and absurd survival rules.
Three years ago, my sister disappeared during an art exhibition, leaving a mark leading to a strange place. Three years later, I stepped into the same showroom.
There is no system, no powers, the only weapons are cold logic and unquenchable emotions.
In the time-looping train, the carriage where I had to lie, and the mirror room where I reflected myself, I broke the rules and followed her footsteps.
The other shore society wants to take me under its wing, and the restorers regard me as the last variable. And I just want to find the answer:
When the price of saving the world is to erase all the chaos and possibility of human nature, how should we choose?
This is the ultimate walk that uses wisdom to fight against rules and human nature to measure value.
