The Unfinished Poems of the Observer

Two strong male protagonists This is a struggle between freedom and destiny: "You taught me the unit of measurement for pain, but you didn't tell me that warmth makes me want to cry." "Use my ribs to cultivate blood crystal ore, use the bones of my enemies to forge a knife to save people - only the embers of irony remain in this world." "When all timelines collapse, are we observers, or are we echoes trapped in a Klein bottle?" In the cemetery where the radiation wind roars, in the basement of the newborn universe, in the aurora that never dissipates—— "It's my turn to come to you this time." (Science fiction/cyberpunk/genetic ethics/fateful entanglement) "Are you free?" "Have I ever been free?" "We..."