My Words Can Tamper with Reality

The seedlings in Shankou Village turned green and yellow, but the black wall that swallowed the light remained standing forever. No one knows what is outside the wall, just as no one knows that fourteen-year-old Ansheng can see - the "mantra" of the world. The [madness] of the criminals in the execution ground, the [murderous intent] of the people in the temple, the [reluctance] of the mother, the hypocrisy of the classmates... The lines of dark text outlined the true appearance of the world in front of his eyes. They say this is called "awakening", which is both a gift and a curse. Here, truth and falsehood, life and death, companions and enemies, are all transformed into fleeting lines of words above the head. When the whole world has been reduced to lies, and the only "real" peace and quiet is, should we live obediently under the shelter of falsehood, or should we hold up the torch and become the first prisoner to set fire in this huge sheepfold?