Will there suddenly be a moment when you feel that the scene in front of you seems familiar?
Are there some people who, when you first meet them, make you feel like you are seeing them again after a long absence?
Is the world in front of me real? Or do everyone's delusions reflect each other and jointly construct a fantasy?
Some people are obsessed with perdition, some are redeemed, and some escape the sea of suffering forever...
All the secrets and answers lie in the eighth consciousness...