In the mid-20th century when the shadow of the Cold War was shrouded, a tragedy that was covered up by the authorities occurred in the secluded port city of Arkham. A routine observation at the Carcass University Observatory turned into the entrance to an endless nightmare. Not because he saw the Forbidden Star, but because a being far more terrifying than the stars accidentally cast one of his eyes here.
Selyn, the original of Thousand Pupils, the eye of creation. He is the outer god that transcends time, space, form and understanding. He is not evil, just because of his existence itself, his unconscious "breathing" is enough to distort the laws of physics, and his unintentional "gazing" can disintegrate the structure of reality. Humanity and its civilization are, in His eyes, nothing more than transient microorganisms attached to the membrane of reality, meaningless.
Young graduate student Ella Green is an indirect survivor of the tragedy and an unfortunate "receiver." Her blood and perception were horribly "attuned" to Serin due to this incident. She began to hear the tremors of space and see cracks in the rules of reality - the walls squirmed, the stars were misaligned, and invisible "scavengers" began to hunt down conspicuous "mistakes" like hers like hyenas.
With nowhere to escape, Ella is forced to sneak under the city and seek shelter from a secret sect called "Thousand Eyes of Sight". This group of people struggling to survive on the edge of madness do not worship Therin, but are like sailors studying the storm, desperately trying to find some pattern in his destructive unconscious activities. They tell Ayla that Arkham Harbor is becoming a stable "focal point" - an aberration where reality and nothingness permanently meet, and Therin's power is pouring in through the original wound.
However, the purpose of sects is not salvation. To them, Ella is just a precious observation sample
As the "Focus" is completely formed, the laws of physics begin to collapse, and the curvature of space and time is crazily distorted. Arkham Harbor slides into a nightmarish landscape of pure insane geometry and icy will. Ella must struggle to survive amidst the exploitation of the sect, the pursuit of Thelin's derivatives, and the storm of reality that gradually engulfs the entire city.
Her escape was not to defeat the gods - that was impossible. But for a smaller and more desperate goal: to keep the fragments of "self" consciousness as long as possible, even for one second longer, before being completely assimilated or erased by the boundless thousand pupils.
This is a desperate lament dedicated to tiny humans, telling the story of the inevitable madness and end when the cold, meaningless truth of the universe tears apart the curtain of reality and descends.
Intention: Three hundred and sixty lines, a top scholar in every line?
