Dream Butterfly in Cage

[Style Warning] This is not a traditional post-apocalyptic novel. No system, no upgrades, no Dragon Aotian. [Core Proposition] When the world becomes an experimental field for high-dimensional existence, when your pain is just data, when "salvation" itself is a game - does human nature, choice and guilt still have meaning? I became a caged collection of apocalyptic survivors. They surround me: the crippled guardian, the ghost of nothingness, the calm researcher, the obsessed collector. Everyone has secrets, and everyone is trying to get answers from me—about the end of the world, about each other, and about themselves. Watching their struggle, I suddenly wondered, will humans be affected by ants?