When it came, humanity's minds were twisted into monsters. Survivors took refuge in silent zones ruled by AI, where any emotional fluctuation could get them erased. But he had a secret: he could hear paper speak. Abandoned scraps, books, and letters whispered the stories of their lives before death. Then, among the ruins, he found a little paper person that could move. All it could say was “Eeya.” This palm-sized little thing became the only warmth in the apocalypse. But the AI classified it as an anomalous variable that had to be erased. Chen Mo fled with the little paper person, only to discover that its voice could resist the whispers. And every time it spoke, its fragile paper body tore a little more. To protect this little one that could only say “Eeya,” Chen Mo decided to make an enemy of the entire world of reason, because he knew that sometimes the softest things are the strongest.
