I watched the sunlight peeping through the gaps in the curtains and my eyes widened in horror.

Let's say an episode of a TV series is about forty minutes, and from the time I took the courier and started watching this show to now, I have watched a total of eleven and a half episodes, then about eight hours have passed, and it should be early in the morning, how can there still be sunshine!?

"Now... What time is it? ”

I struggled to speak to myself, my voice slightly hoarse from nervousness and fear, like a knife scraping a fire. Cold sweat was all over my forehead, beads of sweat ran down my forehead and down the contours of my face, dripping from my chin onto the phone in my hand, popping off the screen with a click, and exploding a tiny splash.

The time bar in the upper right corner of the screen reads: Afternoon, 4:59 p.m.

My throat moved slightly, I subconsciously swallowed my saliva, and the hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably, shaking the light and shadow of the time displayed on the screen constantly flashing in front of my eyes, and I was slightly dizzy. The sound of my own breathing, which I was trying to calm down but still heavy, was dead all around, and it seemed as if I had become the only living being in the world.

I forced myself to take several deep breaths to calm down, and then I began to investigate the cause of this strange phenomenon.

I looked up at the beautiful clock on the wall, but found that the hands pointed to two o'clock, and I was slightly stunned for a few seconds, and then I remembered that it stopped moving around a long time ago because of the lack of power, but I have not been too lazy to replace the battery - after all, it is a decorative item, even if it is working normally, I usually rely on my mobile phone to see the time.

I looked down at my phone again, but it was still stuck at 4:59, not moving forward.

casually clicked on an episode that I just watched, familiar pictures, familiar lines, and the bloody plots I just saw were all remembered one by one. It's all too real, and it's the reality here, and I can't raise the slightest doubt.

I clicked on the playback record, and as I expected, everything stopped at 4:59.

Four... Fifty-nine points......

I suddenly felt a little suffocated, and although I had a vague guess, I didn't want to believe this horrible conjecture at all.

I walked to the window and opened the curtains suddenly, and the sunlight slanted in, but there was no warmth. Everything outside the window is quiet and peaceful, strange and weird.

I can't believe it - I was forever stuck at this time, December 21, 2012, at 4:59 p.m.

Outside the window was a sunny day, but under the light, there was a silent dead air.

I stood by the window and looked into the distance, the cars on the road in the distance, the uncle walking downstairs, the birds passing by in the sky, the wild dogs barking on the ground, everything stopped moving and life. The vehicle stopped moving forward, the uncle kept his stride, the bird spread its wings but did not fall, and the wild dog still showed its unfriendly sharp teeth, but did not make a sound.

My hand gripping the curtain trembled uncontrollably, and the heavy curtain was clutched in my hand.

I couldn't help but take two steps back, as if it wasn't a bright day outside the window, but a dark lurking murderous machine. After calming down a bit, I turned and walked straight to the door. I'm going to go out and see, whether it's a still heaven out there or a hell dressed up.

However, when I opened the door, I realized that there is no such thing as heaven, and here, there is hell.

Not a familiar hallway, no disgusting smell, no dirty, mottled staircases and small advertising stickers collaged into the new clothes of the hallway.

Outside of the room, it's still my room.

The hand on the doorknob was clenched a little white, and the distinct joints showed the panic in my heart, and outside the room was still a room, mirrored, and silent.

"How so... No... Get out... Right... I'm going out! ”

The cosy room that was once the favorite to stay has become a prison of nightmares, and all the comfort and relaxation that was once transformed into a desire called escape.

I muttered to myself and stepped back, maybe the claustrophobia scared me, or maybe the silence drove me crazy, and as I picked up my chair and slammed it against the window, I had only one thought - I don't want to stay here, I want to get out, I want to get out of this room!

"Boom... Boom..."

Suddenly, and again, I used all my strength to lift the chair in my hand and smash it, but I only felt the reaction force coming from the chair again and again, and the strong vibration made the muscles wail, and the soreness spread all over my hands, crawling up my arms, catalyzing my madness.

Finally, when it fell again, my weak hands could no longer bear the force, and the chair was shaken out of its hands, falling from its elevated position, grazing against my side, scraping me backwards, with the sound of the wind and the loud sound of the collision with the floor.

I was scraped by the chair and fell to the ground, my shoulders were attached to the side of the bed, the pain in my body and the loud noise in my ears woke me up a little from my madness, and I looked at the chairs lying horizontally around me and the hollow pits of the floor in disbelief, and my mind was so troubled that for a moment it seemed to be flooding with thousands of thoughts, and I couldn't catch anything when I thought about it.

Looking up at the window that had been smashed for so long, it was even more anxious, the glass that should have been fragile and fragile seemed to have become an impregnable steel wall. My arms were sore, and I was shaking uncontrollably, and it was difficult to lift them even slightly. However, the window was still the same window, smooth and perfect, and not even a crack appeared on it.

I sat down on the floor in a dejected state, clutching the pendant and leaning back on the edge of the bed with my eyes slightly closed. It seems that the strength of the whole body has disappeared, only the hand holding the pendant still has strength, and several blisters have been ground on the palms of both hands, some of which are faintly hot and painful at this time because of my movements on the pendant.

When I opened my eyes, the scene outside the window came into view, where the sun was still shining and the day was clear, but it seemed to have become a three-dimensional picture frame, a different space, a world that could not be reached. A world that seems to be alive, but is dead.

Just like me.

I was stuck, in an endless room.

Each time the door is opened, a mirrored room appears, and everything inside is exactly as it was when time stopped. When the door is closed and reopened, all traces of the original room after time has stopped will be destroyed, and the original room will be recopied outside the door. What I brought with me through the door could be left behind and not disappear, the electrical network in the room could be used, and everything remained in the state it was at the moment when time stopped.

There is plenty of water, and tap water can flow out of the tap without worrying about water bills. The remaining little uneaten snacks and the takeaway that I didn't have time to eat became all my food sources, and after each meal, I opened the door, and there would be a familiar snack and takeaway in the mirrored room. The room became a world of my own, and although I couldn't tell the time, it didn't matter, after all, time had lost its meaning here.

After trying all the ways I could think of to escape the room, and failing all of them, I began my endless and boring life.

I found that in this space, time does not pass, food does not rot, humans do not grow, and life does not die.

In this space, I will be hungry, thirsty, have a normal metabolism, and there will be a few days of visits from relatives every month, which will produce different physical conditions depending on what I do.

But I don't grow old, and the years don't grow in me.

What should I do, I originally wanted to eat and die without worry, but now, I have no worries about food and clothing, but I can only eat and die.

If the meaning of survival itself is to meet death later, then what is the meaning of survival when death does not come?

With a mirrored room of infinite reproduction, I don't have to worry about the sources I need for life anymore, which keeps me from having to keep working and writing those boring suspense novels.

I started my life like a pig.

Every day when I wake up, I go to the mirror room to get a takeout and eat, and after eating, I lie back in bed and sleep, and I eat, sleep, sleep, eat, and sleep and eat, and the loneliness of a complete person is only slightly relieved in a dream, and after waking up from a dream, it is an endless empty room.

However, even with this pig-like life, my weight has not increased but decreased, and I am tired of eating the same food for a long time, and every time I eat takeout, it tastes like chewing wax. I've come to hate the fact that the rice is too hard, the vegetables are too greasy, the smell is bad, and the taste is not good, even though the takeaway was scrambled eggs with tomatoes – my favorite in the past.

I have anorexia.

Even when I'm hungry, I don't want to eat anything I already have, the sweet and sour tomatoes make me sick, the soft texture of eggs makes me gag, and the crunchy snacks make me feel like I'm chewing on beetles with hard shells.

Soon, my body started to have problems, first my stomach hurt all night long, and soon after that it turned into vomiting endlessly.

When all the pitiful crumbs of food that I forced myself to eat in my stomach were vomited, the stomach acid began to surge up my esophagus and throat until my stomach was completely empty, but I couldn't stop the urge to retch.

My stomach was twitching all the time, the discomfort of retching and the spasms of my muscles forced my tears and nose out together, and I knelt on the tiles of the toilet in embarrassment and endured the pain from the inside out, how many times did I think that it would be better to simply die like this, such a world, such a body, just give up.

But even though I wanted to die like this countless times, I always filled my empty stomach with food that I hated so much before I ran out of strength.

I forced myself to eat, forced myself to swallow the stuff regardless of the taste, bite after bite, bite after bite, knowing that my stomach and gut were completely full, the food was pouring up my throat, and then I vomited again.

Anorexia and binge eating, I can't control it.

Mirrored rooms, indestructible windows, lonely and immortal souls, wandering all day long.

Escape, escape, can't wait to escape, even if it has become the greatest luxury.

Death, death, and perhaps only death, is the only way to be saved.

However, I am a coward after all, and I dare not face reality or face death.

On December 21, 2012, it was rumored that today was the end of the world, and I always thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect that the end of the world would really come as promised.

It's just that the room has become my whole world, and what comes on this day is the end of my own life.