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Interstellar No Time For Caution

For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
Zeisn · 0 Views

Interstellar Dream Maker

In the distant and mysterious interstellar world, ancient civilizations have faded like a dying candle in the wind, with shattered ruins and lost traditions lingering only in vague historical records. In this era, Dream Forgers, with their powerful mental abilities, construct dreams and engage in fierce battles with dream beasts, becoming revered figures. They are the spiritual backbone of the interstellar world, weaving dreams that connect people to the distant echoes of past civilizations. Lily, a graduate student in dream studies from Earth, found her fate dramatically altered in an unexpected twist. She was transported into the world of an interstellar romance novel, only to become the tragic side character. Despite possessing mental power, her lack of imagination became her fatal flaw in her quest to become a Dream Forger. During the Dream Forger assessment battle, other competitors showcased incredible creativity, with dreams filled with dazzling starlight and wild beasts galloping through fantastical landscapes. However, Lily could only struggle within the confines of her own mind, ultimately being eliminated for her inability to craft dreams. But the story did not end there. After her elimination, Lily did not succumb to despair; instead, she awakened in the face of adversity. As the curtain rose on the interstellar dream streaming battle, a legendary journey that would the entire interstellar world began. During the Beast Summoning Exam, while other competitors summoned common interstellar pets to engage in standard battles with dream beasts, Lily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In an instant, a gigantic flying beast appeared out of nowhere, casting a shadow that seemed to cover the entire sky. With its wings spread wide, it looked as though it could tear the universe apart, and with each beat, the winds and clouds shifted. The interstellar audience was left speechless, their gasps of amazement echoing through the air. Lily smiled gently, silently reciting an ancient verse: "The great roc rises with the wind, soaring to ninety thousand miles in a single day." Then, in the vast sea of stars, the mythical creatures Xuanwu and Tengshe emerged, their massive forms churning the waters as if telling the tales of ancient myths. Amidst the swirling clouds, the Azure Dragon weaved through them, sometimes summoning rain and clouds, nourishing the mysterious dream world. And upon an ancient phoenix tree, a phoenix sang loudly, surrounded by fierce flames, its rebirth through fire a magnificent sight that left all who watched in awe. The interstellar people had never witnessed such a strange and culturally rich dreamscape. For a moment, the entire interstellar network erupted in a frenzy of excitement.
maomao411 · 9.7K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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