Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
200, trying to trick me a second time?
A taboo that can be torn apart by bare hands is certainly not a taboo.
Nearly a thousand people competed for a book, only to end up fighting a lonely battle.
The pages of the book that were forcibly torn asunder fluttered down like a celestial maiden scattering blossoms, some landing on the prisoners as they involuntarily recited the text on the pages.
They looked serious, as if earnestly studying midlife health knowledge, planning for their own future lives.
What had been a tense and solemn atmosphere suddenly became absurd and comical.
"Who can tell me what just happened?" amidst the confusion, a prisoner said bewilderedly.
A prisoner squatted among the crowd, picking up a torn and tattered piece of paper from the ground that read 'Eating more vegetables can effectively prevent constipation in the middle-aged and elderly.'
What does that even mean?