THE UNKNOWN LIE

“They told us the sky was made of light, and so we spent lifetimes reaching for stars that had already burned out. We mistook the cage for the horizon because the bars were forged from our own comforting illusions. But a lie, no matter how vast or beautifully crafted, is still just glass waiting for a stone. I did not step into this abyss to be swallowed by it. I came to remind the darkness that it, too, was once nothing until someone dared to dream. If the cosmic architecture of this world is built on a grand deception, then let me be the flaw that shatters the foundation. We are not lost souls drifting through an indifferent void—we are the architects who haven’t yet realized we hold the chisel. So let the clock stop. Let the sky collapse into the black hole above. Even if the entire universe was written to be our grave, I will write the final line… and it will be called freedom.” A white mask tilted against a dying sky,Clock hands fractured, watching the truth go by. Zhou Yuxuan steps through the theater of deceit,Where the calculations of gods and mortals meet. Behind the canvas, a horrific void stares wide—A black hole swallowing the secrets he tried to hide. Is the mirror showing a saviour, or a lie? Underneath the clockwork, we’re all left to die. Like a little fish swimming through an ocean of glass,Diving too deep just to watch the illusions pass. We trace ancient runes on a decaying page,Trapped as both the puppets and kings of the stage. Who authored the script we are forced to recite? Stepping out of the cradle and into the night. Oh, the unknown lie, woven deep in the bone,Sitting atop a translucent, collapsing throne. We bleed for a salvation that never arrives,Trading our sanity just to survive. If the world is a stage built on top of a grave,Tell me, who is the master, and who is the slave? In the dark of the cosmos, the silence is near,We swallowed the poison and swallowed the fear. Youthful days buried in ink and regret,Scars that the calendar won’t let us forget. A bitter sweetness lingering under the tongue,Songs of destruction that never got sung. Morality bends like a reed in the storm,In the warmth of the abyss, what monsters take form? Two souls intertwined by a thread made of ash,Colliding like worlds in a sudden flash. (A ticking sound, slowing down…) Do you remember the face behind the disguise? Or just the reflection in broken eyes? The system of fate is a cage of our choice,We look for a god, but we only find noise. Tear down the curtain, let the architecture fall,There was never a hero to answer the call. Just Zhou Yuxuan, standing tall in the dark,Carving a universe out of a spark. Oh, the unknown lie, woven deep in the bone,Sitting atop a translucent, collapsing throne. We bleed for a salvation that never arrives,Trading our sanity just to survive. If the world is a stage built on top of a grave,Tell me, who is the master, and who is the slave? In the dark of the cosmos, the silence is near,We swallowed the poison and swallowed the fear. The cards tumble down into infinite space. The black hole smiles with a familiar face. A little fish resting at the floor of the sea. The lie is complete… And you’re finally free.• “Let the clockwork chime. Let the puppets dance. Behind the smiling mask, the observer has already calculated your end.” — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: THE UNKNOWN LIE — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠