Don't Touch His Tentacles

The last human "Lin Zheng" is a rare sample being studied in the greenhouse of Eden. She met "Mo" - a cold and tired silver-haired ancient god who called himself "Wrong", a fragment "Mo Mo" who longed for warmth, and a reformed person from the underground wasteland with wary eyes. When the "gardeners" of Eden decided to "prun" these "pests", their desperate escape began. From the glamorous and hypocritical "garden", to the "rotten soil" that digests all things, to the forgotten mechanical cemetery. They cling to each other with clumsy warmth, cold protection and only remaining hope, against the cold gaze of mutated monsters, weird rules and higher-dimensional "observers". However, the repeated sacrifices and explosions also accelerated the dissipation of Mo's "existence". In the end, in the depths of the "endless corridor" where all possibilities and impossibilities are intertwined, and in the face of the absolute silence called "emptiness", they used the last bit of their shared "echo" to make a ridiculous "mistake". Mo and Lin Zheng were completely annihilated, but they left behind a "seed of paradox" that could not be defined or erased. This contradictory seed is eternally observed by a higher-dimensional "gaze" and is embedded in the silent "empty". It is the end of all stories and the beginning of a long future that no one knows whether it will sprout. This is a story about mistakes, warmth, sacrifice, and the faintest and most stubborn echo of "existence" after everything ends.