The banquet reminds me of the template of a winner in life - healthy parents, rich family wealth, sound limbs, clear mind, and rarely even a decent nightmare. There is no word "bizarre" in his life dictionary.
Until one ordinary night, he fell asleep in his comfortable big bed.
When he "wakes up" again, the world has been turned upside down.
In this regard, Yan Yifeng has six points, no, he is full of complaints:
"...???"
What is this? Falling asleep in a horror game? There are no system prompts, no novice gift packages, only bizarre copies, deadly rules and "players" that keep disappearing around you.
One moment he thought this was just an overly realistic nightmare, but the next second the splash of warm liquid and bone-chilling pain told him with a grin: Welcome to the real playground of hell.
When he finally convinced himself to accept the absurd "game" reality, a deep voice whispered deep in his consciousness, questioning the nature of this so-called "reality":
"When did you wake up from your dream?"
"When do we wake up from our dreams?"
"When will we wake up from this dream?"
Countless voices gathered, some were calm, some were fanatical, some were desperate, some had a hint of hope, but there was no doubt. They are not looking for answers, but more like confirming - confirming that he, Yan Yifeng, is the key that can lead everyone to escape from this endless nightmare.
In this corridor where reality and reality are intertwined and crisis-ridden, he is not alone.
Yan Yifeng held tightly the cold and hard abnormal metal in her pocket that she had touched in her "real" home, and the silent inquiries of thousands of souls echoed in her ears.
Tear apart the curtain of falsehood, or fall into eternal sleep? The answer lies at the end of the next copy.
When will they really wake up?
Shou who never wakes up×Gong who never wakes up
Intention: In the dreamer's dream, the person dreamed of wakes up. ——Borges "The Circular Ruin"