The Complex World

The alarm clock for March 15 has rang in my ears thousands of times. My life was crucified on this day.   It's the same pancake stall every day, and the old man who always asks me "do you want to add eggs?" The subway broadcast of "Jinluyuan Station" is forever looped, and the station announcement recordings have completely overlapping waveforms; The neighbors who are always quarreling next door, and the coin fragments embedded in the flesh of my palm and cracked into crosses.   I thought I was the only one trapped in the loop. Until I discovered that the fixed rhythm of tapping the bedside table three times would attract dark gazes; Until I saw that my boss, who always had a cold face, would hum a song that no one had ever heard in a deserted stairwell; Until I heard, in the 0.3 Seconds of white noise in the recording, there was another warning from myself: "Stop knocking, it heard it."   It turns out this is not my own prison. Those NPCs I thought were all forerunners who had exhausted their sanity and tried their best to pass the baton to me.   Hidden in the recurring sounds is the only clue to break the mystery; And the price for my escape was to drag another person into this endless reincarnation.   In the confusion of the world, there are endless echoes. What I am looking for is never a way out of my life, but all the sunsets stolen by the cycle, and all the trapped souls.