[Dark Apocalypse + Grammar Horror + Extreme Depression + Glimmer of Humanity + Dystopia]
In 2147, the sky was rusty yellow, with radiation falling for thirty-two years.
I thought the Tower of Babel was the last bastion of humanity.
Until the Ash Nomads told me: Nuclear war never happened, radiation is the fence created by the engine.
I think "self-examination and self-correction" is a mechanism to protect the soul.
Until I discovered that the souls of those who reported honestly were eaten faster.
I thought I was looking for my sister.
Until the file shows——
I am the one who was made.
My sister is the template and I am the container.
Uriel whispered in my head: "My son, you are here at last."
But is that really an angel?
Or is the engine using his voice to teach me how to despair correctly?
Reader comments
You dig a hole in the beginning, I want to see how you come back later
It's fine chaff
The writing is quite good, it can be said to be a thin book.
You dig a hole in the beginning, I want to see how you come back later
It's fine chaff
The writing is quite good, it can be said to be a thin book.