What Kind of Broken Mechanism Is This!

Time travel, horror, blood, fighting, acting, behind the scenes, ghost stories, sand sculptures, all the worlds, this is a new novel that the author decided to write due to sudden inspiration. I don't know what the result will be, but it is all inspiration. I write whatever comes to my mind and what I see. Without AI, I have to rely on myself. The general situation of the abstract world's imagination is like this, an endless universe. Void. First of all, there is nothing, and even the concept of "nothing" itself seems redundant. There is no light, no reference, no up and down, and no scale for the passage of time. Absolute, pure nothingness that cannot even be called "darkness". Then, a point of light appeared. A new world. A newly ignited embryo of consciousness waiting to be fed. It has no limbs, no organs, only one most primitive instinct - hunger. Hunger for information, thirst for energy, an urge to dismantle, devour, and use all things for one's own use, and then upgrade oneself. At this moment, a powerful BGM sounded in its core. No one knows where this sound comes from, and no one stipulates that the void cannot have its own theme song. The drum beats are dense like the birth of stars, and the melody roars like the rotation of the Milky Way. In this BGM that can only be heard by the light ball itself, it is like a racing driver who has received the starting signal, starting to race between the cracks in the world. So that's why you showed up? Ah, of course not, I'm just here for fun