I traveled through time and inherited the memory of a wall breaker named "Chen Mo".
The notebook said: Don't trust street lights.
But I looked up and saw a face in the streetlight—my own face.
I started to escape, but found that the shadow was always half a beat slower than the body.
My teammates stood under the streetlight and smiled at me, but their shadows danced strangely behind them.
A harsh warning sounded in my ears: "They are no longer human."
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Now I stand on the edge of that last memory.
It says:
"Exchange your entire past for the future of human civilization. Or, return everything to zero."
I took out my pocket watch.
Time doesn't lie.
But at this moment, the second hand stopped.
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This is a story about "forgetting".
After you give everything away, what is left to protect the world?
The answer is: Only when there is nothing left can you see the truth clearly.
