Ink Writing Myth

On a neon rainy night, Lin Mo's hood was kept low. What he held in his left hand was not a knife, but a pen; what dripped from the tip of the pen was not ink, but stars and cause and effect. Under his feet was a mirror cut into pieces. What was reflected in the mirror was not him, but a nine-tailed fox burning with blue flames - like his shadow and like his patron saint. The mirror was really covered in ink stains, but the neighbor forgot about his fear. He discovered that he could write "weirdness" into rules, and he could also rewrite the rules into reality. From then on, urban ghost stories became his material library, and mythical creatures were at his disposal. But ability comes at a price: with every stroke, humanity is diluted by ink. When the alien scavenger marked the earth as "to be formatted", Lin Mo decided to write the last line: "Human civilization deserves to be preserved by the universe." This time, what he wants to edit is not the story, but the universe manuscript.