There are nine threads hanging from the sky, and people are below them. Either a puppet or an actor. Only one person wanted to walk on the silk. Not to become a god, just to see who is on the other end of the line.
The world is a string show. People on stage can't see the line. No one can be seen in the audience. Only the hand holding the thread shook slightly in the dark, and then some people cried, some laughed, and some died. My name is Lin Zhixing, and I am an algorithm engineer. I thought I was a theatergoer in the audience. Later I discovered that there was a thread on my neck.
