The salty sea breeze carries the cold light of the electronic screen, and the laughter of the virtual audience turns into a never-ending rainstorm. Every drop of rain reflects the death data of thirty-seven reincarnations.
When the mildew spots on the blue brick wall began to reveal the outline of human faces, and when childhood memories tampered with the page numbers in the burning family tree, Xiao Shu discovered that the so-called live broadcast system was nothing but a spider web woven by resentment in the deep sea.
The rotten reflection in the bronze mirror, the flashing camera on the tablet in the ancestral hall, and the numbered girl sleeping in the nutrient solution jointly construct this virtual and real game that spans half a century.
On the stage where data and flesh are blended, the only real thing is the burning pain of the barcode on the wrist - that is the insatiable gaze of the audience.
Purpose: Find yourself