Time and time again, I fall into morbid illusions projected by reality. Every world operates a set of secular rules that are taken for granted but invisibly hurtful.
There are no vicious bad guys here. The harm is wrapped up in family affection, goodwill and customs. The skin can be repaired repeatedly, but once the self represented by the wings is damaged, it can never be restored.
The first article "The Land of Self-eating": In that world, it is a girl's innate duty to sacrifice her body to support her family. When the gentle fireworks were swallowing silently, I finally saw clearly that the skin can be replenished thousands of times, but the true heart will not survive once.
Escape from a prison is not liberation. The invisible gravitational pull of trauma is still pulling at me. What awaits me is the next absurd plane.
This is a collection of existential absurd short stories.
Purpose: To use fantasy stories in the form of thought experiments to describe the depletion of individual spirit caused by social discipline and family ties. Explore people's self-persistence in absurd situations: The outside may not be able to escape the environment, but the soul can refuse to surrender itself. Harm does not necessarily come from evil people. Institutions and secular customs themselves create suffering.