Unconventional Dream

"May the great God - ah... There should be no God in this world." Yin Mo clasped his chin, looking for suitable pronouns. "Yin Mo" raised his hand to press his hat, "Yin Mo" used his cane to hold up the wide brim of his hat, "Yin Mo" turned his back to the audience, and "Yin Mo"'s information flow crisscrossed his limbs. The spotlight swallowed "Yin Mo" into his belly. Yin Mo snapped his fingers in front of the white man and the fan-shaped shadows under his feet. "Wish you to survive."