It is said that a person will see the revolving door of his life before he dies, and Cyril's revolving door is often stuck.
Time went back to when he was 8 years old. At that time, he was squatting in the garden of childhood memories and counting ants. Someone was baking cookies in the kitchen, and the aroma wafted from the house. It smelled very good.
Then the scene jumps and he comes to another garden, which turns into a trench, and ants begin to eat the corpses. The aroma of the biscuits was still there, but mixed with the smell of rotting meat.
Cyril felt speechless, and his brain mixed up the memories of different cycles again.
But the brain didn't listen to him and continued to play the snowfield, interrogation room, children's ward...
All the final moments were projected simultaneously, like countless films stacked together by a malfunctioning projector.
Cyril returned to the ward again. He saw his previous version of himself standing in the corner, covered in blood, smiling and waving to him. Then all the Cyrils stood in a row and watched him silently.
They are all waiting for an answer: Will you survive this time? Or will it be like us and become nourishment for the next time?
Reading 📖Tips
The subject's perspective is the main perspective, and a long warning about the complex worldview.
1. Cyril Grayson x Lo Mott
2. The plot is a warning, and the emotional line is relatively slow.
3. The fictional European world view of light science fiction may be related to the real world, but please do not substitute it into real life!
4. Circular flow warning.
5. This is a story about love.
PS: The cover is a character picture, and the specific character design is mainly based on text (when I chose the character picture for the cover, this character was really handsome. I couldn't care less about it so I chose it. There may be slight differences between some settings and the article [eyes moved], apologies, apologies, apologies)
Intention: God said there should be light, so there was light. I said the light was too slow, so it couldn't catch up with my back. Now, God is looking for me in time, and time is in my hands.
