Alienation Chronicles

Wang Yan didn't know what happened in just one night, but as soon as he opened his eyes, the whole world seemed to be different. There are colorful lines floating in the sky, densely packed and connected above the heads of people. People are like dolls, walking in the direction of the lines. Between the high-rise buildings and ancient buildings, there is a gray-black and bright-white mist, which may be light or thick, gathering and dispersing at times, as if swaying in the wind. The whole world seems to have become a rich oil painting. He stood in the crowd, flicked his fingers, and the light floated, but the people who were stirred did not feel it. He waved his hand, and the gray mist gathering at the door of the shop next to the road also floated. People know nothing about it, it seems that there is only him, only himself.