I didn't dare to look back, I was afraid that I would see something even more terrible, I just knew that I had to get out of here.

"Ari, why don't you stay?"

"Rui, you are not filial!"

"Ari! You can't kill! ”

Words pierced my heart like daggers, and I heard them calling my name, and I heard their accusations and ridicule.

Finally, they all said, "Ari, you're a monster!" ”

This sentence was like a hammer that slammed into my heart, I couldn't breathe, and I felt as if I was being grabbed by a big hand in my throat.

I ran wild in the dark, I just wanted to escape from this horrible place, I just wanted to get my life back, I just wanted to find myself.

But every breath, every heartbeat, reminded me that I couldn't turn back, that I had become a monster in their mouths.

Fear, loneliness, despair, these emotions spread out in my heart like black ripples, those mocking voices, those accusatory words, and the phrase "you are a monster", all echoed in my ears, like endless nightmares, unable to wake up.

I fled into the small village, but the village was silent, and the familiar figures, the familiar laughter, were gone.

At the door of every house hangs strips of dazzling red cloth, which are exactly the same as those on the trees.

The strips of cloth were brightly colored like blood, and they swayed gently in the wind.

The strips of cloth are about the width of the palm of the hand, and the length varies, some are up to a meter long, and some are only a few tens of centimeters.

Against the backdrop of night, they are like a nightmare sight that makes people feel unsettling and frightened.

I walked into a home and saw that the fire was still burning, and the food in the pot was just cooking.

At the dinner table, the meal was only halfway eaten, and the chopsticks were still stuck in the air, as if the hosts were still here just now, and suddenly disappeared.

I saw children's toys scattered on the floor, women's needles and threads still on the table, and men's hoes still in the fields.

I walk on the empty streets, I see those familiar houses, I see those familiar fields, I see those familiar sights.

But I couldn't find a single one, as if the whole village had disappeared.

I suddenly felt extremely lonely, and I felt extremely horrified.

It was as if I was the only one left, and I was the only one left in this weird world.

I felt as if I was in a dream, I felt as if I was in a nightmare, I felt as if I was in endless horror and loneliness.

I went back to my home, where the walls were painted with weird black symbols.

The symbols vary in size, some cover almost an entire wall, and some are little more than a few small abstract patterns.

They come in a variety of shapes, some resemble ancient texts, some resemble mystical totems, and some resemble bloody spells.

Their color was pitch black, as if painted with some kind of black liquid, and they were dripping black tar downwards and covered with a foul stench.

I was looking around the house when I suddenly saw a mirror.

The person I am in the mirror is completely different from the person I remember myself.

I saw that my whole body was covered with tentacles, and those tentacles wriggled on me, as if they were independent beings.

My eyes were no longer black, but deep purple, as if they were the color of the deep sea.

My eyes became oversized, as if they were black holes devouring everything.

I had four eyes, they were arranged in a diamond shape, and I saw worlds that I had never seen before, and I saw sights that I had never imagined before.

My nose twisted into a strange shape, as if it had been torn apart by something.

My cheeks were dripping with pus, which was green, as if eroded by germs, with a rotting smell.

My mouth was crooked, my lips were shaped like a conch, I couldn't see my teeth, I only saw a deep hole.

I tried to speak, but the sound I made was a language I couldn't understand at all.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and I felt terrible, I felt hopeless.

I know that I have lost myself, that I have become a monster in their mouths.

I hummed the song uncontrollably: "A twisted man, walked a twisted path." With six twisted sheep's heads in hand, they step up the twisted steps and buy a crooked sow, and they live together in a crooked hut. This twisted person doesn't belong here......"

I suddenly stopped singing, and I suddenly realized that I was the twisted person in that song.

I'm the one who walks the twisted path in the crooked world, with the twisted sheep's head in his hand, and I'm the twisted man who doesn't belong here.

I stared at myself in the mirror, I felt terrible, I felt extremely sad.

I can't accept that I've become a monster, I can't accept that I've lost myself.

With all my strength, I smashed the mirror with one punch.

The fragments of the mirror flew in the air, like countless tiny blades, like countless tiny stars.

My shadow in the mirror was also shattered, and I saw that I was in countless small mirrors, and I saw my countless twisted selves.

My palms were covered in blood, and the shards of those mirrors pierced into my flesh, and I felt pain.

Blood flowed out of my palms and fell to the ground like a sad song, like a sad poem.

I look at the blood, I look at the pain, I look at the fear, I look at the sorrow.

I know that I have become a twisted person, I have taken a twisted path, I no longer belong to this world, I have become a lonely monster.

A hole in the mirror appeared with the opening of a black hole.

The shape of this hole is irregular, like a broken glass, like a twisted dream.

Surrounded by countless shattered lenses, each one reflecting my distorted shadow, as if countless of me were around the entrance of this black hole.

It was as if the whole time and space had been torn apart. I looked at the hole, I felt endless fear, I felt endless despair.

I saw that the hole was cracking, shattering, like a piece of broken glass, like a twisted dream.

Suddenly a strange voice appeared in my head, the voice seemed to come from ancient times, the voice seemed to come from the darkness of the abyss.

The voice said to me, "You are the twisted man, you are the twisted road, you are the twisted sheep's head, you are the twisted sow, you are the twisted hut, you are the twisted world." ”

I felt an irresistible calling, I felt a temptation that I couldn't ignore.