He shouted. The world is silent.
The world was not destroyed, but fell into absolute silence. Li Xiang, an ordinary name, has become the only exception in this "time freezing" sweeping the world. He is a living ghost, wandering in the vast graveyard created by human civilization.
It started as a predator's carnival: the supermarket shelves were his granaries, the top mansions were his palaces, and the empty highways were letting the engines roar. He is the lone king with unlimited privileges on this frozen planet. However, a feast that no one shares is ultimately poisonous.
The silence begins to eat away at the soul. * He whispered to his frozen neighbor, and the only answer he received was his own hoarse echo. The roar of the engine turned into a desperate cry, and the noise on the screen reflected the deathly silence of reality. Loneliness is not a background, but a bone-eroding entity that drives him to the edge of madness at every silent dawn and dusk.
In order to fight against nothingness, he studied, grew vegetables, and downloaded the ashes of civilization. He has become a clumsy "night watchman": turning off the gas that is about to explode, moving cars on the edge of collision, and stabilizing children who have fallen - this is the most humble and futile tenderness he can offer to his similarly frozen kind in this eternal silence. As if this can prove that he is not completely "no one".
The five-year period is coming to an end. He will keep a diary full of crazy ravings and cold despair, a hard drive containing the embers of human knowledge, a found coin, a shriveled tomato, these fragments of "existence": hidden in the underground of the palace, under the table of power, on the roof of the world, and even on the ankle of a solidified bird. The drift bottle thrown into the void, just to leave a sentence in the possible future: "I once shouted here."
Eventually, he returns to where it all began. On the dusty old bedside, he used his last breath of strength to carve a prayer that went deep into the wood and that no one could see:
"Li Xiang. Waiting for you. Hot pot."
Five years have passed.
Will the world wake up?
That call engraved in the bones,
Will anyone answer?
Or, this boundless silence,
Is it the only answer to the universe?
Concept: In the eternal silence frozen in time, human beings' calls are destined to fall into nothingness. This is the ultimate allegory about the nature of loneliness, and it is also the most desperate and tenacious inquiry into the meaning of existence.