Dear Wanderer, you have been here before.
Familiar yellow rooms, empty concrete warehouses, even extended cities and infinitely long railways.
Don't you remember? This is heaven, your home, like the shattering of an overwhelmed hard drive.
I am not here because I am cut off from reality.
I am looking for death that cannot be touched by me, and then be reborn.
I am just a traveler, and I can only be a traveler.
Lament for the dead and salute the living.
We all know that death is easier than life.
(Level 10 is written as "abundance", and Level 2 is written as "pipeline nightmare". I pay tribute to the authors of the articles I mentioned above (Level0, Level1, Level11, Level185, Level 404 and Entity C-99).)
Intention: It is not easy for us to live.