The Mirror of Mysterious Resurrection Eclipses the World

After I died, I became a ghost. They say that reflections in mirrors slow down a beat. I didn't move, I was just calculating. During the Starving Ghost incident, I stole a second and a little rust on the back of all the reflections. No one noticed. I need puzzles, time, and shadows. The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons in a certain island country was written by me. Everything you see in the mirror is getting thinner. I won't do anything here. Someone at the headquarters looks at the report as if they were dissecting a corpse. I have a knife, and every time I use it, one less person knows "Su Ye". Including myself. We bend down in the shadow of big events, picking up the crumbs and leaving the ending that should happen. Until I collected seven mirrors and touched seven doors. Until I discovered that the mirror ghost is just a shell shed by an older being. It has been waiting for me to reach perfection inside, waiting for me to open the door. Now the reflection in the mirror started to move on its own. It's against the mirror, with my face, looking out. And I was holding the knife, standing in the darkness that could swallow everything, thinking about the final question: Should I chop it off, or smash the mirror that reflects it—and me—into pieces? Introduction: Don't look in the mirror. After a long time, you will not know who is waiting for whom to turn around.