Horror group portrait version
There is no exit in Shenmian Town, only seven-frame hopscotch.
A "mother" is buried in each square and a toy is presented every night. Ah Ji, 19 years old, with an IQ of 5, does not speak and only raises his eyes.
When she raised her eyes, all the women in the town wanted to stuff her back into their wombs——
Even if the cost is to cut open his own belly. On the day when the custard buns exploded, the paper boy chose his mother;
The night the umbilical lantern was lit, the stranger fell into the well.
The rain keeps falling, like a torn love letter;
Women laugh and cry, cry and laugh,
Take the shadow, the womb, the virginity, the unborn daughter
All made into toys and stuffed into her pocket. After seven nights, Aji finally spoke:
"It's your turn to dance." - No CP, all members' motherly love, all members' sacrifices.
Welcome to Shenmian Town,
Please close your eyes when it gets dark, mom, count to seven
Intent: When "maternal love" is twisted into a one-sided sacrifice, tenderness becomes the sharpest weapon; the so-called nurturing grace may also be a tragedy of collective self-devourment.