Library

At zero o'clock every day, the world resets and the memory is cleared. Buildings are restored, scars disappear, empty shells are restarted, only I remember - this world is a scam. I am an actor trapped in a high-dimensional civilization. My pain, struggle, betrayal and perseverance were all divine meals on their table. Every time I become stronger, I put shackles on myself; Every resistance is just a more exciting climax in the script. The mimetic layer is both power and poison. The more it is used, the less human it becomes and the more suitable it is for harvesting. Scavengers plunder, performers perform, purifiers defend, and hackers spy. In this prison where everyone has amnesia and everyone is poisoned, trust is more luxurious than life. They wanted me to be the perfect dramatic character. I prefer to make narrative anomalies that the system cannot understand. No running away, no kneeling, no acting. Even if I forget it every day, I still remember to "search". Even as a prisoner, I am still my only key. This time, I want to let the gods taste the backlash.