The Era of Reverse Abyss

The thread of his obsession hangs upside down. Others' lines go down, into the ground. His line pointed upward, through the dome, through the clouds, toward a person he had never seen before. The meter declared: blank. Those without obsessions. Monster. The thread moved slightly in his hand. ——It's not painful. This was the closest he had been to being "touched" in five years. This is a story that needs to be read slowly. There is no system, no brainless slap in the face. There is a thread hanging upside down, and two lonely souls entangled by fate