Mental Image Observer

There is another set of vital signs hidden in the urban steel forest. My name is Shen Wang, an ordinary visual designer. I have been seeing strange things recently: computer data is bleeding, there are shadows whispering in the elevator shaft, and my reflection in the mirror will say to me "You are so tired." I thought I was crazy until I pushed past the antique store called "Guanwu Zhai". The shop owner Yunyin handed me a rusty bronze knife coin: "Hold it tightly, what you see is not an illusion, but what the city is getting sick." At that moment, a glowing mark was burned into my palm, and for the first time I could see clearly—— The anxiety of people will accumulate into gray patches, and the confusion of the group will converge into a silent tide. And I didn't know when I was standing in the middle of the tide. Kumogakure said that he is the "observer" here. He didn't save or intervene, he just watched, and watched for a long, long time. It's been so long that I forget why I'm still watching it. Now, he asked me, a mortal who can't even hand over a plan for tomorrow, to try to "observe" the wasteland in my heart. With a knife coin, a pot of flowers that will never fade, and the sentence "After making mistakes thirty-seven times, the appearance is your own." And when I accidentally looked up, I saw in the eyes of this ever-calm observer, It reflected a wave of waves that had not happened in three thousand years. This is a story about "seeing". Seeing how emotions materialize as monsters, seeing how meaning is reconstructed in nothingness, I also saw how an immortal seed could survive the struggles of a mortal. Found the only anchor against eternal weightlessness.