Fragments of Order

I am Bai Muyu, the living agent of the Angel of Order, number 734. The pale golden light veins of the central city flow in my pupils, and I correct every deviation from the rules on a daily basis. The little system fox in my consciousness is always broadcasting instructions, and the Dream Weavers are the "chaos virus" that I must eliminate - they use purple illusions to confuse citizens and tear apart the cracks in order. Until he met Ling, the dream weaver codenamed "Butterfly" in Balance City. In her paintings, people are running red lights, laughing, and doing all kinds of "illegal" things. She turned around and asked me: "The circle drawn by the rules is not a protection, but a cage, right?" The little fox issued a sharp warning, but my hand on the order badge was shaking. The light veins behind her bloomed strange flowers in the chaos, and for the first time I doubted: Is absolute order really the only justice? In this war between order and chaos, should I hold my sword against each other, or should I let her break through the prison of rules?