Night Journey to Shenxu

They said all I saw were phantoms. They said I was a disaster, a lunatic, a monster living in my own world. My name is Ye Zhen. Over the past eighteen years, my world has always had one more layer of "things" than others. The fleeting shadow of crying in the corner, the never-ending whisper of metal outside the window, the fleeting misalignment of my own silhouette in the mirror... They followed me like a shadow, silently separating me from the bustling world. It wasn't until the night of my eighteenth birthday that the "thing" that had been wandering in the alley for three nights turned around for the first time and "pinned" me firmly with two scarlet lights. It wasn't until the black car tore through the rain curtain, and the pale and cold man said to me: "What you see is not an illusion. But the real world is... Crazier than what you see." It turns out that those nightmares that haunt me are the last breaths of a fallen civilization. And I am the echo in the breathing that should not wake up. "The dragons of the past sleep in the ashes of time, And I am in ashes, The one who first heard Ember cry. "