A Kingdom That Doesn't Exist

I recently read an article "The million-word history of ancient Russia on Wikipedia was compiled by a female high school student from China."

It reminds me of many people's OC worldview, which also has various complete settings. It would be very interesting if there were such a group of people running such an OC together and then developing it into a big IP, wouldn't it?

People take the popular Xinyao seriously. I think it is more of a mentality of not caring. For the general public, Xin Yao is just a pronoun in their lives and has no real connection with them themselves, so no one will think of exploring the origin of Xin Yao because it has nothing to do with themselves. Because what they care about has never been the value of Xilao itself.

It originally originated from someone's OC, and was loved by many people, so Super Word was established. Everyone refined and supplemented it, adding Baidu entries, characters in parallel worlds, friends, etc. It is very interesting for a large group of people to discuss this kind of world view!

Very shocking story! "Its origin is not a group meeting of eight people, but a migration in the Neolithic Age" I love this story!

Recorded at 3:12 am on January 15, 2023 Well, the last paragraph of Dada succeeded in giving me goosebumps. In fact, I sometimes feel that "I" is the carrier of my consciousness. My consciousness relies on my body to observe and understand the world. So why is "I" me and not others? Why can "I" only see, hear and contact the world through this body? How does the consciousness of "I" arise in this body? I first came up with this idea because of a short article I saw in "Reader". The main content was that the protagonist accidentally discovered a blank book in the course of normal life, but at the end of the page it was written: You are still in a dream, wake up quickly. This makes the protagonist feel very absurd. He obviously has a very real life, a not perfect but happy family, an ordinary job that can ensure the family's food, clothing, housing and transportation, including his own memory. He can clearly recall the embarrassing things he did when he was a child. How could all of this be a dream? I can't remember whether the protagonist woke up at the end of the article or whether it was really a dream. Maybe the author of the article didn't give the answer. But that sentence always makes me think about the source of my consciousness from time to time. Is it the information that I have received from "my" body since childhood that "I" took the initiative to understand? Isn't it that some kind of substance understands the things of this era through "me"? Otherwise, why would "my consciousness" appear in this era and not in any era before and after it? Just like Da Da's conclusion in the end to break the dimensional wall between the characters in the book and the readers, my existence itself is meaningless.

It's pretty good, but I felt empty after reading it. I fell in love with this article at a glance in the author's column. It's quite a fate. The overlap of reality and virtuality, the coexistence of reality and absurdity, nothingness, cannot be grasped, like the wind slipping away from the fingertips. That's how I feel after reading this article. The simple plot and plain text may be a little boring, and the narration is like boiled water, just like "I" in the book. Maybe I will re-read this article, and at some point in the future I will suddenly think of this book.

I find it a bit ridiculous to see that the Xinyao Art Exhibition Center was very successful. In fact, it started out as nothing more than a fictitious hypothesis by a group of people. After being given a strange setting and trendy patterns, under the manipulation of capital, people actually believed it to be true. Even the people who originally proposed the idea were not sure whether it existed. It's like the setting of the metaverse that was popular before. When its value is speculated to a range that ordinary people cannot afford, no one will doubt whether it can really afford this expensive value (after all, most are ordinary people who like to follow the crowd), and will only choose to try their best to reach it. Then this setting will stabilize its value because of people's pursuit (personal understanding).

It's beautiful, interesting, and a little scary. Maybe I don't understand, but I'm always scared of people's fanaticism. What is fake may just be fake, or it may exist as a legend. It would be great if there were games in reality where multiple people collaborate to create a world view that can be passed on.

Recently I saw someone writing music for the national history of Aminos, and suddenly I thought of this article.