Seven Days of Echoes: Blood Moon Cycle

We are not trapped, but "digested". The blood moon is His eyelids, the high wall is His stomach, and the rules of change are His physiological rhythm. 117 Forgotten sacrifices struggle in the seven-day cycle to produce food called "memory". My name is Zhou Mo, a convenience store night clerk. I am the only "foreign object" in the body of this descendant of the old ruler. The reflection in the mirror is me and Him trying to assimilate me. The warnings on the wall were carved by me, the dead responders were me, and the smiling neighbors were me too—the "me" that had been digested in the previous, previous, or even earlier cycle. This time, I woke up early. Before my memory is drained again, I have to do two things: 1. Find those three days that we have collectively forgotten, the forbidden experiment that led to the devouring of gods. 2. Turn this damn "digestive system" into my weapon. When the blood moon breaks into pieces on the seventh day, He will know—— What a price to pay for swallowing a soul stuck in your throat.