749 Bureau Weird News

At the press conference, a mysterious female reader handed me a story. Soon, she became the "eye" hanging above my head - both a watcher and the only guide. She said that we are all people selected by the "rift". Those seemingly ordinary street corners, dreams, and old photos contain evidence that the world is collapsing. But the closer I get to the truth, the less clear I am about my feelings for her: is it dependence in a desperate situation, is it the fear that shivers down my spine, or is it the dangerous and fatal curiosity that peeps into the secrets in her eyes? In the gray maze of lies, should I believe her or myself?