Playing Human, My Left Eye Is a God

In the gap between rust and neon, who is learning to be a human being? Who is watching in the abyss of curtains and concepts? Every time I go up a level, I lose one thing. First fear, then sadness, then love. In order not to be discovered, I practiced smiling in front of the mirror and practicing crying. She is my anchor. As long as she's here, I'm still human. ... Until her blind eyes grew dark gold vertical pupils exactly like mine. "Brother, the first phase of your 'humanity test' is over." Partition rooms, black market drugs, concept fragments, sealed files, the Prophet's Council... Left eye, vertical pupil, tampering, deep dive, high-dimensional sub-body... This is a legend of "container". The light still shines and divinity is never far away.