Pretty Number Vortex

Preface: Seeds of Dreams In the early morning of September 24, 2025, I woke up from a hearty dream. My heartbeat was beating like a drum, and I was soaked in sweat. It seemed as if there were still fragments of the dream left in front of my eyes: an ordinary person named Li Mo was involved in a bizarre whirlpool in a foggy town. The story was so real that when I woke up, I was in a trance for a moment, unable to tell whether I was myself or the Li Mo in the dream. The magic of dreams is that they always wrap the most bizarre scenes with the most realistic texture. Li Mo's panic, struggle, and helplessness wrapped up in fate were like experiencing them firsthand. I was sitting on the bedside, and the night was getting darker outside the window. The silence of the town was in sharp contrast with the hustle and bustle in my dream. One thought was crystal clear: this story must be recorded. Perhaps, deep in every ordinary soul, there is a self that longs for the extraordinary. Li Mo is, I am, and maybe you, who are reading this story, are too. We live an ordinary life day after day, installing broadband, working hard to make a living, and taking care of our families. But at some dazed moment, we feel that the familiar land beneath our feet may also contain unknown secrets and waves. The seeds of this story were given by dreams. But the soil on which it grows is the reality we face together - the curiosity about the unknown, the fear of crisis, and the exploration of the light that shines out of human nature under extreme conditions in ordinary daily life. Now, please allow me to tell this early morning dream, this story about Li Mo (and maybe about us). The story is happening...