Please Destroy Me

My name is Lin Du. I woke up from an unnamed tomb three months ago with a black mark on my neck that cannot go away. From that day on, I couldn't tell the difference. At my cousin's wedding banquet, the braised pork turned into black hairy fingers in my bowl, and then back again. I ate it. There was something crawling down in my throat, and there was a heartbeat, once, twice, three times, which overlapped with my heartbeat. The bride had an eye slit on her chin, staring at me. The upside-down faceless man said to me, "Go quickly." My movements in the mirror are always half a second slower. After being smashed, there is a me in every piece looking at me and smiling. They say that I am a tinker, who has to travel between reality and weirdness to maintain a balance between the two worlds. But I saw my own handwriting on the "Balance Sutra": "Don't destroy it. I'm lying to you." I don't know which side is true. So I decided to believe both sides. Until I discovered that the one staring at me in the mirror was not a monster, but myself. And that heartbeat in the throat, it says, "I am you. I am you. We are all you." --- ·Extreme crazy criticism·Cognitive collapse·Chinese Cthulhu "I'm not in the loop, I am the loop itself."