Which Is False or True?

When your mental hospital ward begins to seep wax, the alchemy master and your attending doctor are actually the same person, and countless "yous" are being thrown into the pot to make elixirs - how can you keep your last self in the purgatory where the twin worlds are collapsing? This is a dark journey of struggling at the end of cognition. This is the ultimate question about "Who am I?" When the scabs of the world are peeled off layer by layer, will what is revealed be the truth, or deeper despair?