Golden Soul

"If you had to turn six billion people into monsters in order to go home, would you do it?" "I won't do it." "Then you will die here." … They say there is no sun in the abyss. There is only one pale eyeball, staring coldly at the six billion souls reduced to food rations. Here, survival is a matter of extremely precise arithmetic. Some people choose to devour their own kind and melt themselves into a dark golden demon god. He climbed up on hundreds of millions of corpses, just to carve a way home from the top of the sky. Some people choose to bury themselves in the mud and cover up the golden light in their chests that can burn the world. He was hunched over, living in the shadows like a coward, but always holding a rusty knife in his hand. They fought back to back through the long night. Until the end of the night, there is only one throne left and a way back that can only be paved with sacrifices. This is a story about "going home". It is also a story about how to avoid being eaten and not to eat people in a world of cannibalism. The light goes out in the abyss. And the embers will ignite the whole world.