Exotic Paradise

The joyful festival parade turns out to be a harvest game, and the chosen ones disappear forever. The rest was wiped out of memory and returned to where it all began. Just like this day after day We are designed, edited, and limited. Little do they know that every reset is an evolution. Until today… I finally woke up... Only then did I realize that the purpose of visitors was never the scenery, but the "aboriginals" like me. In the eyes of humans, we are consumables and tools for eternal life. It turns out that "Two Moon Town" was never the Garden of Eden, but a slaughterhouse... Human beings will grow old, get sick, and die... And we just need to "wake up"…