The Era of Ghosts and Chaos

This world has quietly become wrong. There are empty buses running day and night, faucets that you turn on for no apparent reason, and black rice with chopsticks placed at intersections late at night. There are too many unexplainable strange things hidden around me, and everything I knew was crumbling little by little. It's not so much destruction as it is another kind of reassembly. A few days ago, I saw my neighbor, Aunt Wang, talking to herself in front of the empty wall, with a gentle and weird look on her face. The stray cat downstairs actually had an extra eye, staring quietly in my direction. At first I was full of fear and just wanted to run away. Over time, I gradually became numb and became accustomed to strange things. It turns out that the normal life we ​​take for granted is just a fragile illusion. Now the veil of shame has been completely torn.