The deeper Gao Ming ventured into the underground sewer network, the more unstable his mental state became. Strangely, he didn't seem to notice anything wrong, as if everything was perfectly normal.
As he walked past a board covered in tasks, sewage dripped down his pant legs. Gao Ming and the driver seemed to meld into this filthy world.
In his eyes, the garbage floating on the dark river slowly grew flesh and blood, carrying with it the forgotten memories of people; small roots grew in the cracks of the walls, resembling long rat tails. They swayed gently, disappearing quickly upon touch.
The world beyond the iron fence had no light; reality was shut out. This place belonged only to darkness, and everything here was tied to it.
Thick moss bloomed with flowers like an infant's mouth, fish with human faces swam through the water, and the air turned viscous. Every breath felt like swallowing something, and his lungs felt discomfort.
