Dimension Old Files

It rained all week. Sun Ning was sitting on the peeling sofa, his left eye bleeding. In this city shrouded in the shadow of high dimensions, common sense has long since collapsed. What ordinary people see as an ordinary vegetable market, in his eyes, is a high-dimensional letter folded into a Möbius strip; bones that do not belong to any species grow on the walls; old newspapers print dates that have not yet happened; rainwater keeps changing its direction at the intersection. Everyone around him is accustomed to this, but he is the only one who can see the cracks in the world. "The world is sick, but am I not sick too?" He is determined to tear apart the pretense of the world and explore the truth behind the chaos. High-dimensional pollution is tampering with the truth of the low-dimensional world. Absurd things have a high value, and logical explanations are full of fallacies. Those who trample the bottom line in the name of order will eventually resist. Thirty years ago, an old newspaper printed the year of Sun Ning's birth in advance; thirty years later, he became the only sane person in this chaotic dimension.