When people's inner demons are reflected into reality through layers of dreams, when real life intersects with another unpredictable timeline, when the development of technology finally shatters science and the world view, when anyone can change history or even the future, and the world is in turmoil, the eyes of the gods focus on this inconspicuous world for the first time.
Rain clouds rolled over the roof of the building, so close that you could touch them with your hand. In the dark shadow, Yin Qing opened a pair of blood-red eyes and stared at the girl opposite her who looked exactly like her, but looked stupid and had no intentions at all.
To her surprise, the girl smiled, which looked bright and stunning on the dim rooftop: "Hello, you can call me Ojirijo."
"Is this me now?" Yin Qing thought for a moment, then went up and shook the girl's hand.
At this time, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, leaving a terrifying but beautiful mark.
The overall writing style is sloppy, and there is no obvious CP (except for extra chapters). It does not contain any reactionary remarks or terrorism, and the storyline is purely fictitious.
Intention: I hope to use some sandbox stories to metaphor some thought-provoking social phenomena, and also to express my own doubts and judgments about the authenticity of what we call "history" and "reality".