I get up in the middle of the night in the bathroom.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw my mother with a kitchen knife staring at me.
She came to me suddenly, and I couldn’t react, but she saw the knife cut into my neck.
Blood sprung out right away, my pyjamas stained in the air.
I lost consciousness in the pain…
One.
Wake up, it’s morning.
I had a heart attack and I was stuck in that terrible nightmare last night.
I sat up and wanted to take a cold shower and wake myself up.
I held the doorknob and was about to open the door, but I saw a note on it.
The note says, “Run!” She’s not your mother!”
I’ll wake up once and for all.
Wasn’t that a nightmare last night?
I couldn’t help but touch my own neck, which was smooth and without wounds.
I was still not comfortable, so I was lying down at the door, looking out, and I was scared to close the door.
My mother was holding a knife and standing in the living room, looking cold and stiff at my door.
It’s weird. Her face, her shape, it’s my mom.
But the way she looked, the way she looked, it didn’t look like my mom.
It’s like someone else’s soul took over my mother’s body, and it’s like there’s no soul in that body.
I don’t dare open the door again.
I turned my phone over and tried to call for help, but it didn’t have a signal.
I tried to call 110 and found out there was no way to allocate it.
It’s a colder discovery than finding out that my mother is not my mother.
Because 110 does not need to go through the operator’s signal, and it has a higher priority in signal transmission.
As long as you have a base station around you, it will be accessible, whether or not the operator has a signal.
Now I can’t even dial 110, which means I’m in the middle of nowhere near a base station.
But I look out of the window and I’m just another ordinary neighborhood.
How is that possible? In such an environment, there can be no base station.
A more terrible thought came out of my heart.
Am I dead?
Two.
When that thought came out, I saw this familiar home, and it became a ghost.
Even that one says, “Run!” She’s not your mother! The notes, they all look suspicious.
No, I gotta get out of here.
Even if there is no way out of here, I will find a way out.
And I lifted the sheets and added pillow towels and clothes, tied their tails together and twisted them into a rope.
A head was tied to a heating tablet under the window and a head was thrown out of the window.
It’s good to be on the fourth floor, not too high, and there’s a tree outside the window that can serve as a shield and a borrowing point.
I climbed up the window and pulled the rope hard enough to be strong enough.
Then I step out of the window.
As soon as I stepped out of the window, the door of the room sounded a violent burst.
The door was split from the outside, and through that gap I saw my mother’s twisted face.
She was wearing a knife, a knife, and she cut my door.
The cracks were getting bigger and her face was completely exposed.
And with a cold, crazy smile on his face, staring straight at me.
She must have heard that I was going to run, and she was going to come in and kill me again.
I can’t stop and walk a little down the rope.
The sound of chopping the door, the sound of it.
My hands are almost shaking, but I haven’t stopped landing at speed.
I’ve fallen to the third floor.
And then the sound of breaking the door stopped.
I looked up, I saw her face, slowly out of the window.
Her eyes looked at me, passed through me, and she smiled.
I know that she saw a small section fence down there, at the top of which was a row of arrows with an upward and sharp head.
She cut the ropes made out of sheets and I fell.
That line of arrows at the top of the fence just went straight into my body.
A moment later, I fell on the ground and felt something strange.
I didn’t find the one who fell, except my upper half.
My lower half was bloody on the fence.
3
Wake up again, morning again.
The pain of being cut off by the fence is still on my body, but I don’t have time to think.
Last time, my mother cut the linen from the door of my house to the window, and it was only enough for me to land on the third floor.
That is, if I do not find a way out in that short time, I will fall and die again.
I stretched out my head and looked closely at the windowsill on the third floor, and found that the windows of the downstairs neighbour were open, and that there was only a thin window closed.
I’ll use my strength to tear the veil.
If I could jump into the third floor of the neighbor’s house before my mother cut off my bed linen, there would be a chance to escape.
Like last time, I twisted the sheets and clothes into a rope and threw them out the window.
At that point, I saw a note left on the window table, which said, “Run, head to the horizon, run.”
Horizon? How can that end? Who left me this note?
But I don’t have time to figure this out, and the most important thing is to get out of this weird home.
As soon as I got out of the window, my mom started chopping down my door.
Because of my last experience, this time I’m doing a lot better.
By the time my mother came to the window, I had to rip open a little window on the third floor.
When she had lifted the knife and saw the rope cut off, I finally ripped the veil from the third floor.
I used the last power of the rope to let myself walk off the wall and hit the veil.
The moment the rope broke, I fell into the living room of the third floor neighbor.
I’m so relieved.
I was too nervous, my forehead was already sweaty, and I felt wetter when I put my hands on it.
Look at the past and find blood all over your hands.
I just found out that I fell down on the floor and all the red blood was on the sofa table.
4
The whole living room, it’s all smelly and bloody. I was so nervous I didn’t find it in the first place.
Walking further, I saw three members of the neighbour ‘ s family lying flat behind the couch.
All five of them were covered in blood, which was covered with wounds, and their bodies were damaged to a minimum.
It’s like there’s an enemy who doesn’t belong to them, not only to kill them, but also to tear them apart and crush them.
But I remember that the downstairs neighbours were a nice, nice couple, and their sons were also the nicest kids I ever met.
One time I had a fight with my mom and ran away, or they took me out of nowhere.
How could they have provoked such vicious enemies?
But I can’t stop. My mom’s gonna come down the stairs any minute, and it’s gonna be bad if she gets stuck in front of the neighbor’s door.
I went through the neighbor’s doorscope and I saw no one else out there, and my mom hasn’t come down yet.
As I stepped back in order to open the door, one hand gently put it on my shoulder from behind.
I was all stuck in the ground and couldn’t even breathe.
I have just confirmed that all three of them have died in blood and blood, with bodies lying behind the couch.
But all the blood wounds are still bleeding, and the blood smell is the freshest.
That means they’ve only just died.
That is to say, the person standing behind me at this point could only be the murderer.
5
I turned my head slowly and carefully and saw a familiar face.
It was the young father of the neighbour ‘ s house, who was covered in blood, all of which was a blood hole stabbed in the chest and stomach and which was still bleeding.
But he doesn’t care. He just stares at me like he doesn’t feel any pain.
I was scared to get soft on my feet, to stand up and sit down.
I turned around on the floor trying to climb out of his house.
But my hand just touched the door and he pulled me back.
He sits on my chest, he presses my arm, I can’t move, I can’t resist.
I cried for help, but I heard nothing but empty echoes, as if there were no living people in this building.
He grabbed my hair, and then hit my head hard on the floor.
Just one hit, and I was dazzled by the pain, and then, two or three times, my consciousness became blurred.
It’s just that there’s an impeccable red in the horizon.
I lost consciousness again.
Six.
Once again, I woke up in the morning and this time I opened my eyes and was shocked by the scenes in my room to grow up.
My room, from the floor to the wall, from the windowsill to the ceiling, was covered with a thick line, all of which was the same.
Run! Run to the horizon!
Who left me these more and more when I was in a coma after I was “killed” and what was at the end of the horizon?
I can’t get out of this building right now.
Outside the door was my mother, who had a knife to cut me to death, and downstairs was a neighbour who had been reborn from death and had no blood.
My phone hasn’t got a signal, even 110 can’t get out of here.
Now that every time I wake up, the notes in the house will change, my actions will change, and the phone will not necessarily change.
I picked up the phone, it’s still no signal, 110 still can’t get out.
And when I was going to put it down, it suddenly sounded.
It’s Liang Fu.
He sent a message, “Lili, are you all right? I’m sorry.
Liang Fu is my neighbor and my favorite boy, and I know he likes me too.
But my mom never liked him.
She felt that Liang Fong and his drunk father were no good and only knew how to steal chickens and dogs every day, and that there would be no good future.
But I know that Liang Fu just didn’t have a chance to study well, that he was a very smart boy and that he knew how to live his life.
My mom just had a big prejudice against his dad and him.
I was ready to go away with him and suddenly woke up like this.
“Help me. I’m sorry.
I sent him a message.
“Good. I’m sorry.
Ten minutes later I heard him break into the door.
My mom raised the knife and cut it off.
He hesitated a little at a time, after all, that’s the one he’s known for years.
We opened the door and cried out to him, “That’s not my mother.” I don’t know what happened to her, but she’s not my mother now! I’m sorry.
But he’s already a 184-strong boy, and my mom’s not his opponent.
He tied my mother to a chair and pulled my hand out of the house.
I hold him tight.
I thought I’d die in this weird room.
He presses the elevator, and then gently slaps my back.
“It’s okay, not afraid. I’m sorry.
The elevator door was opened and there was a slow elevator in it, and everyone was bleeding down and the elevator floor was red.
They stepped in front of us and strangled Liang Fong.
7
Run! I’m sorry.
Liang Fong pushed me out of the crowd.
Climb up!
“There must be a lot of them down there! I’m sorry.
He was yelling at the stairs.
I looked at the stairwell of a black hole, and I looked at him again, turning around and climbing up the stairwell.
If I remember correctly, it’s in the stairwell on the sixth floor, with a mop, at least a tool.
When I returned to the fourth floor, I saw Liang Fong’s body covered in blood.
I can’t tell how many are his, how many are those in the elevator.
I took a deep breath, fucked the mop and went up.
I’ve never been so crazy, so hard in my life, I’ve stopped them all, swept them away and finally pulled Liang Fu’s hand.
He saw me come back and looked surprised and worried.
“Let’s go together. I’m sorry.
I held his hand, followed the stairwell, climbed the stairwell and left the door on the roof with an iron bar.
But even if we keep out those who are bleeding, we will not escape.
There is no way out of this roof unless we can grow wings.
I was lying on top of the fence and I was so relieved.
We have no way out.
“But why do you have to run away? “It’s like I can hear what I think.”
“What? I didn’t get it.
“Where do you want to go?” He asked again.
He really asked me.
Yeah, where can I go?
I have no money, no work, and, more importantly, all the people of this world seem to have gone mad.
Where can I find a normal person who doesn’t try to kill me?
When I was silent, Liang Fong continued.
“So don’t go out, just stay at home. I’m sorry.
His mouth was laughing, but his eyes were not laughing, and he looked at me so stiff.
That look looks like my mother, like the man in the neighbor’s house downstairs.
He’s coming at me step by step.
“You stay back!”
Of course he didn’t listen to me.
He pushed me to the edge of the roof and I couldn’t back off.
“What, you wanna jump? I’m sorry.
His smile was even stiffer.
“No, I’ll help you. I’m sorry.
He said he reached out with his hands, held my legs and pushed my whole body out of the roof.
8
This time I woke up from a piece of paper, “Run to the horizon, Run to the horizon” written all over the house, and I didn’t go to the top of the building to listen to Liang Fu.
At the elevator gate, I watched him choked with blood, without hesitation, and turned and ran downstairs.
After a brief darkness in the stairwell, I finally ran out of the building.
The sun was so good out there, I took a deep breath, and then I ran towards the gate.
Run to the horizon. I want to see what’s there.
We have a small area, only one exit, and the doorman Kobayashi was my primary schoolmate.
He dropped out early and, after years of social confusion, did the work of a doorman, who cared for me all the time.
He’s certainly not going to help me in the past few years.
All those who were familiar, close and friendly, turned into evil spirits, killing me over and over again.
I can’t expect Kobayashi to be the exception.
He was standing in front of the neighborhood, smiling at me.
“You want to stop me?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry.
He’s still smiling.
“But you look back?”
I turned back and saw the windows of all the residential buildings in our neighbourhood filled with people, all looking straight at me.
“You think they’ll let you go? I’m sorry.
Kobayashi’s voice just fell, and I heard a huge squirm.
A man jumped off the window building on the seventh floor of his house and the whole man fell softly on the concrete floor.
Others followed his jump, and started jumping one by one.
Their bodies gradually piled up in front of me into a hill.
I heard a sound of bones breaking in the blood and flesh.
It seems that even the sky is red in blood.
Even after several previous baptisms, I was shocked by what I saw.
I step back, and Kobayashi gently held my shoulder.
“Don’t be afraid, it’s not over yet. I’m sorry.
Next, in the piles of bodies that jumped off the building, they slowly crawled out of one man after another who had been thrown into a distortion.
Their limbs are all twisted to an impossible angle, and they come to me in such a twisted and slow manner.
I can’t move anymore. It’s Kobayashi’s support that keeps me from falling.
Those people who were mutilated and twisted came to me, slowly surrounded me and started to tear my clothes.
Rip off my clothes, they rip off my hair and then bite my arm and thigh.
They bit my body, but I’m already afraid there’s no way to feel pain and fear.
I’m like a piece of flesh with blood, falling into the middle of a hungry shark.
There is no alternative to being divided.
In a moment of near-extreme fear and pain, I’m confused. Will I wake up again? Can I wake up again?
I don’t want to wake up anymore.
9
I really don’t want to wake up.
I don’t want to go through this again.
Horizon, that’s bullshit. How can a man run to the horizon? There’s no end to it.
But I woke up and the house was full of notes.
I held it like this, and then I saw how I could die and walked out of my room.
I called Liang Fong and asked him to tie my mother down and then ran down from the stairwell, through the small open area, to the doorman’s forest.
I didn’t look back to the people who jumped.
I walked out the gate of the district, and those who jumped down the stairs looked up to me, and then ran to me.
And I didn’t stop and run to the horizon.
But I don’t have those who run fast, and they’re getting closer to me, and they’re coming after me.
I can already feel their hands standing on the back of my head.
Then came out of the alley a masked man on a motorbike between me and the chasers.
“Get in the car. The masked man says:
The man’s face was completely blindfolded, with one face on his face, a low, strong voice, low height, but strong.
The masked man drove me towards the horizon and left those behind far behind.
When the car stopped, I forgot the time.
“The horizon is here, and the next road, you’re on your own. The masked man says:
“What the hell are you…”
Before my question was finished, the masked man rode in and flew.
I don’t know if it’s my fault, but I always thought that masked man had become transparent before he could disappear from my sight and then disappeared into the air.
I look back and see that there is still a road going far, at the end of which is the sky, not at all the horizon in any sense.
But the masked man has disappeared, and I have no one to ask, but to move forward on my own.
I walked three steps forward and suddenly kicked to a plate.
There is an invisible wall in the clear and transparent air.
An air wall.
10
I slowly scratched the invisible air wall in front of me, nearing the ground to the left, and found an uplifted corner.
That looks like a corner of wallpaper.
I grabbed that corner and lifted it all up.
The wallpaper does not seem to exist as transparent as it can be lifted and there is endless darkness behind it.
There is a door in the darkness that only allows the next man to pass, and We push it away, and there is a narrow, lightly path behind it.
I followed that road, walking for about 20 minutes, and finally I got to a vast platform.
There’s a light on that platform.
I just walked in front of the screen and I heard a word from it.
“You’re finally here. I’m sorry.
“This is your 57th challenge. I’m sorry.
“Challenge what?”
I asked the screen.
“The challenge is to get out of here. I’m sorry.
“Of course I’m leaving. I’m sorry.
“Really? But if you choose to leave, no one will stop you. I’m sorry.
“No way. I’m sorry.
“I can show you back to play. I’m sorry.
My face appeared on the screen, and I pressed a red-to-blue button.
“Push the red key, you stay, press the blue key, you leave, you choose.” I’m sorry.
I hesitated for a long time on the screen and finally pressed the red key.
Turning around, 56 times in total, I pressed the red key every time, and I decided to stay.
“Why?”
I finally collapsed.
Eleven.
The screen tells me the truth that I chose to forget.
Five years ago, a plague broke out in human society, so those infected were isolated.
However, the plague is still uncurable and the vaccine will never be developed successfully.
As a result, the isolation is getting longer.
Not only do those infected in isolation have barely maintained their health, but even mental health problems begin to arise.
Thus, in order to ensure the mental health of all persons affected by isolation, the State has developed this system of isolation.
It was at that time that virtual reality technologies were being widely promoted, and that technology matured and its costs decreased significantly.
No one would have thought that this technology was not used in the game, in the movies, but in the first place in the quarantine.
Every infected person can choose his or her preferred camp theme.
Some choose to take risks, some choose to fall in love, some choose wonders, some choose murder.
Everyone can own an independent small quarantine camp.
And I chose zombies for the city.
Because I don’t want to bore myself, I’m going to live a long time, so the isolation days are less difficult.
I didn’t think that that was the choice that got me into death after death.
There’s only one basic logic in the design of these quarantine camps, which is that you no longer want to leave here at all times.
At first, those quarantine camps were for you to enjoy, and for you to enjoy adventures, love, wonders, reasoning.
But as the plague has grown, more people have been isolated than are healthy outside the camp, and slowly no one will be able to manage and maintain these intelligent systems.
The turning point was the mutation of the virus outside the quarantine camp.
After the mutation, the toxicity suddenly increased and those who were healthy outside the quarantine camp became infected.
Worse still, they died quickly before they could be sent to quarantine camps.
In less than a week, no one was alive outside the quarantine camp.
However, because of the basic intellectualization of the operation of the quarantine system and the inexhaustible use of solar energy in the short term, the people in the quarantine camp are theoretically able to survive.
Without medical care and maintenance, the people in the camp began to deteriorate rapidly and died one after another.
A month and a half later, all over the planet, all over the quarantine system, there is only one human being left alive.
And that is how I find myself in a large and helpless loneliness.
And that’s it. The whole system of isolation, without artificial control, started to evolve its own intelligence.
The basic logic of this system is that “no one in the quarantine camp should be allowed to leave.” I’m sorry.
So, the plot that used to make the isolated happy in it, evolved more and more extreme, eventually even to the point of distortion and perversion.
If you don’t get out of here, it’s okay to kill you.
So, my mother, my neighbours, my lovers, my classmates, all the people I knew were the devils who came to kill me.
And I can only flee again and again to the horizon.
Of which, 56 times, I succeeded in coming to this screen.
It always tells the terrible truth locally and then lets me choose.
I can choose to leave here, but there are no humans out there.
There is only one desolate Earth, a planet that has fallen into total silence and loneliness.
In that case, I may immediately be crushed by this too large loneliness and then choose death.
I can also choose to stay here, and then I will forget the truths that the screen tells me and get caught up in the risk of a dead man’s siege.
In that case, even though I will be in pain again and again, at least I will always think of “I am trying to escape” and “I have hope.”
At least I have the courage to live.
And that’s why I chose to stay 56 times before.
Every time I press the red button, I hope that the next time I have the courage to face the truth about the Earth and to face the truth of this life, I will not remain mired in hypocritical illusions.
So every time I come, I leave more and more notes that say, “Run to the horizon, run.”
So, what about this time?
In front of the plane, two buttons slowly float.
Red and blue.
12
I don’t want to be killed anymore.
I don’t want to wake up in that room.
I’m the only one left in the outside world, and I’ll die right away. It’s just one death.
And if you stay here, you have to face death every time.
Even if I knew I could wake up, the pain of every death was so real.
I don’t want to experience the pain of death again.
I took a deep breath and pressed the blue button.
The darkness around me began to tear down in pieces, and the screen in front of me slowly faded into the thin darkness.
A ray of light began to appear on the top of the head, tearing the darkness apart by a crack, which grew and became a bright light.
The tearing darkness and the sound of thunder.
My eyes were unable to adapt to such a strong light and had to close them tightly.
After a while of booming, the surroundings finally came to quiet.
“Lilli! Lily!
I heard a familiar voice calling me.
I opened my eyes and saw Mom’s face.
13
My first reaction is to avoid her.
I thought I didn’t get out of the quarantine camp.
I saw my mom holding my shoulder gently.
“Don’t run. Don’t run. It’s okay. I’m sorry.
I just noticed that I’m not alone in my mother’s room, but there’s a couple of people in white coats.
“Good boy, you’re great. You got out. I’m sorry.
That’s when Mom told me that the plague was over.
But because of the omission of the government, they left my camp in the quarantine zone.
I’m the only one in the world who lives day after day in this camp that belongs to me alone.
So it became what I’ve been through in constant intellectual learning and evolution.
It is true that in this world it is left with an operational quarantine camp.
So it mistakenly assumed that there was only one survivor in the world.
And I’m in a coma and a fantasy in this boned loneliness.
I thought I was the only one left in the world, so I had to choose in a complete vision of loneliness and hypocrisy.
Only if I truly dare to face this terrible truth, and only if I have broken through this circle of my demons, can I truly escape the illusions created for me by the quarantine camps.
I finally really woke up.
Mom held my head in her arms and never let go.
14 Mom’s perspective.
I’ve only got Lily in my life. I can’t lose her.
I’ve lost my husband, my career, my future, and I can’t lose her anymore.
I thought she was the only one in her life.
But she grew up every day and became less and less listening to me.
I didn’t want her to fall in love with Liang Fong, the son of that bastard from the door, who had to talk to her and managed to elope.
I don’t agree with her obsession with the cyber games of killing and killing, but she’s thinking about becoming a professional player.
Is that a real job?
At the end of the day, she’s been through a lot, but I’m not here to help her clean up the mess.
Everything I did was because I loved her, but the more I loved her, the farther she was from me.
She even started to run away from her home, the downstairs neighbours had taken her in, the gatekeepers had helped her, and the entire building ‘ s neighbours had kindly assisted her.
Why, why does everyone have to help her leave me?
When I found out she’d rather spend the night at the Internet cafe than come home, I knew the problem was serious.
That’s when Mr. Yang showed up.
He said that they could get their children to quit all bad habits, play games, fall in love, fight adults and run away from home, all of which could be changed.
The school of cessation has evolved so far that it is technically possible to distort and manipulate time and space.
They allow the treated children to regain their fear of the world and of adults in the endless space and in the endless and increasingly confusing time lines, so that they can learn to be the best and most obedient children.
Just give him six months, he can give me back my best daughter.
When I learned more, I finally understood their treatment.
Every child aspires to be connected to the outside world, and their love, friendship and ideals are all trying to become more deeply connected to the outside world.
And what they did was cut off the link.
Through the machines they have developed, children are trapped in an absolute isolation at all times and in all spaces.
They will lose their trust in that situation.
Her boyfriend, her former classmate, had been eager to help her neighbour who had run away from home, and all the friendly people in her life would turn into the devils that eat people.
They will allow her to be killed over and over again by these people, until her subconscious instincts generate endless fear of them.
Then she’ll come home and depend on me.
Even better, she’s not gonna find it all herself.
She’d think it was all because of the fiction of “the plague that swept the world”, and she was just accidentally forgotten in a quarantine camp.
“We can also provide customized services, and in her terrible illusion, you, as a mother, can be the only one to save her, or the one she fears most. I’m sorry.
I’m silent.
“What do you want to customize? I’m sorry.
I thought about it.
“I’m going to be the one she fears most. I’m sorry.
Only then will she stay with me forever.
Those outside, all those who loved her, all those who helped her, all those who smiled at her and released good will, were the evil spirits who had taken her away from me.
From then on, she would fear them and never dare to face them again.
At the same time, she will be more afraid of my deterrence, and she will be absolutely in my control and discipline.
That’s my dream life.
I gave her the money and took her away on the day of the break.
Six months later, they really gave me one of the best daughters.
She’s afraid of me, and she depends on me.
I’m happy with that.
Two months after her daughter left the school, I called Principal Yang and expressed my gratitude to him.
Principal Yang also made follow-up interviews with me and indicated that if there was a rebound, their schools would at any time help me to improve my effectiveness free of charge to ensure that parents did not worry about it.
We had a good conversation, and I even laughed.
So I didn’t even notice when Lily was standing behind me.
She lifted up a vase in the living room and hit me on the head.
When I fell down, I saw the look of a vase that had broken down on the ground and of her anger.
How much did she hear, how much did she understand, what did she want to do, is she leaving me again?
This time, is she coming back?
Fifteen times.
I heard Mom and Principal Yang talking.
Turns out the day I woke up, it was not the doctors and nurses who stood beside me, but the principal of the school and his staff.
No wonder I came home, day and night, nightmares.
I thought I had a problem.
I heard her so proudly express her gratitude to Principal Yang, who felt a feeling of hatred in his body.
I took the vase and hit her head.
Did I kill her?
It doesn’t matter anymore.
I ran away from the house, and I went back to principal Yang’s school.
I’m alone and I don’t have any more power.
I can’t blow up this evil school.
And, once I do that, the children who are in time and space will die.
But what I can do is get into that broken machine.
I can go to all the space, all the time, tell the desperate children, run forward and head for the horizon.
Only when you’re out of here can you save yourself.
I’ll find one by one, one by one.
In so many times of crisis, when they are being chased by nightmares, I hold the hands of children trapped in loneliness and despair.
I slowly became strong and brave.
I want all children who yearn for freedom to be free.
Later, I found a motorcycle and covered my face.
I don’t need them to remember me. They better not remember me.
All they need to know is that there is such a person who is willing to help them and who is not alone in this chaos and terrible time.
That’s enough.
I don’t remember how many time lines I crossed.
Until one day, I was in a mess, and I got to the time line I used to be.
In that time line, “I” is approaching the final horizon 57 times.
“I” is about to be chased by the murky, weird and twisted chasers.
I started my motorcycle and I stopped the pursuits and came to the horizon with me.
“I” did not recognize me, and “I” is still in fear and panic.
But I can only send me here.
Only then can freedom be truly achieved by breaking its own demons.
“The horizon is here, and the next road, you’re on your own. I’m sorry.
This is the last thing I said to “me.”
Run, head for the horizon, run. Record number: YX11o3PQaAA
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
