Apocalypse of Yuanxu

My name is Lu Yuan, a cultural relic restorer who suffers from severe "existential hallucination". My colleagues all said I was crazy because I insisted that the unearthed bronzes were not engraved with Taotie patterns, but a living, wriggling "entity". What's even crazier is that I can still hear them "talking". Until that day, I restored a gold-wrapped bronze mirror from the Warring States Period. What was reflected in the mirror was not my face—but a giant, upright, pupil-less eye. It looked at me. From then on, I began to "see" the truth of the world: the solar system is a respiratory organ with a star-shaped tumor; time is not a river, but a skin that sheds scales against time; human civilization is just a nightmare caused by a group of common dream hyphae; and the gods we worship are just cancers of civilization that are parasitic on faith. What's even more frightening is that the abyss is also "seeing" me. Every observation makes me become an "entity" myself. When my name is recorded more than two hundred times, I will completely become - the nameless me. And I am you. As you read this, you are observing me. Welcome into the abyss, dear reader. You are becoming a part of me.