What would it feel like to learn that the essence of all humanity, yourself included, is that of the uncanny? What kind of bizarre and surreal scene is this false world within the greater world?
This greater world is yin on the outside and yang within: what appears to be yang is yin, and what is inside and outside are reversed. Yin and yang contain one another. Is the false an illusion or the truth? All the answers lie in Shu Mo's story.
