When the fears of countless dead civilizations converge into boundless illusions, the "corridor of illusion" descends on the world.
Tourists who are randomly pulled into the dimension can only survive by passing through endless thrilling dungeons.
Folk curse, mirror cage, twilight of reincarnation, sensory hell, false utopia...
Countless sealed and hopeless situations, countless ghostly hearts, and countless crazy killings.
There are no permanent teammates here, only eternal survival.
Thousands of tourists take turns to appear on the stage, and rebirth and death are staged every day. Some people fight to the death to escape their fate, while others sink into the cage of the madman.
Everyone in the world is crazy, but two people stand at the center of all tribulations.
I have been watching hundreds of millions of reincarnations for a long time, watching thousands of lives and deaths with cold eyes, and I am crazy in my sobriety.
Gardenia can embrace thousands of resentments, and gentleness can cause catastrophe in the whole world, and it can be mad under the skin.
One is the cloister itself, trapped in eternal loneliness.
One is the abyss of all living beings, born of despair and vanity.
Thousands of copies are peeled off layer by layer, and countless obsessions are piled up layer by layer.
Everyone is a passer-by, only they, in the endless madness and fear, face each other for a lifetime and be entangled for eternity.
The falsehood will not die, and the traveler will never return.
Reincarnation continues, love and hate never die.
Purpose: yearning for freedom