Circular Road

"When reality starts to mimic a nightmare, how do you prove you've woken up?" After working overtime for thirty consecutive days, Chen Mo called a taxi on a rainy night. The driver said: "I have seen many people walking on this road. Not many people can actually get off the car." The car stopped in front of the old building where he lived in his childhood - that building had been demolished twenty years ago. Opening the door, my parents were as young as ever, and hot soup was steaming on the table. Everything is breathtakingly perfect. Until Chen Mo discovered that: the clock on the wall always stopped at 8:07; the sound of rain outside the window repeated every forty-seven seconds; wrinkles that did not belong to him flashed across the corners of his eyes in the mirror. And the black lines that quietly appeared on the back of his hands were eating away at his skin inch by inch. The old woman guarding the gate whispered in the dark: "Every time you find a loophole in the world, you are one step closer to becoming a part of this place." "But if you don't find loopholes... You will always be trapped in this gentle nightmare." Chen Mo must tear apart the cracks in the perfect appearance before being completely assimilated. However, the biggest fear comes quietly - what if the "reality" at this moment is just another more sophisticated cycle?