The third-person narration is a frozen picture, the editing of the overlapping images is the change of different spatial bodies, the black screen is the gap between the plot paragraphs, the divinity of the choir is the triumphal arch that has turned into ruins, and the museum specimen is the evidence of time freezing. The mysterious woman is the externalization of beautiful feelings such as pure trust, and the experimenter is the reproduction of reality such as brutal war. A man without a name is trapped in the last moment before his death, giving up future courtesy and rushing towards the meaning of life, even the necklace around his neck jubilantly points to hope, but it is a pity that those who look down still look down like an inescapable trap. The thing called destiny, aware of consciousness itself, discovered that consciousness has long since been corpse in the silent gaze of sensibility and reason not far away, living in a paradox of imaginary or truth...
A sci-fi story about an ordinary man who is trapped in an impression scene from the past. A true story about us, human beings, walking forever in the Mobius ring.
Tribute to Our Eternal Enemy: Time
and: yourself
ps hello, "me". Please, please, never write Mobius rings as Ustorbi rings again!
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