At the junction of virtual and reality, there is a special existence, her name is Zanni. She is not just a simple game character, perhaps she is a reflection of a lonely soul, existing in that busy and empty world. For her, Mingchao’s virtual world is an abyss full of layers of echoes, and every step of her breakthrough seems to be wandering in this abyss.
This world has nothing to do with her, but it is connected everywhere. Every time she collects the materials scattered in the world, she walks inch by inch into the depths of her destiny. Low-frequency poly-square sound core, medium-frequency poly-square sound core, high-frequency poly-square sound core, they are so cold, but so important, like silent notes, echoing in her world, permeating her growth trajectory.
Her journey has never been for victory, not for the so-called breakthrough, but to find the self that is forever lost. Zanni’s existence may represent a kind of broken beauty, like a lonely soul seeking light in endless darkness. She is no longer a puppet in the virtual world, but the “self” who constantly collects materials and moves towards power.
Every collection of sword calamus, every challenge of the dark door, is her attempt to find the meaning of self on the edge of the world. And these meanings are often distorted by the designers of the virtual world. When she constantly consumes her own strength in countless battles, who can understand the loneliness deep in her heart? Behind every battle, there is a sorrow that has never been expressed in her heart.
The continuous collection of low-frequency, medium-frequency, and high-frequency polyphonic cores seems to have become her only meaning of existence. She seems unable to resist these mechanized requirements, but like a programmed machine, she upgrades and breaks through again and again. Whenever her special weapon is upgraded and the circuit is upgraded, her strength will gradually increase, but she herself, in this constant change, gradually loses herself.
However, the virtual world can not bring her relief after all. As she keeps sprinting forward in this endless echo, she gradually begins to realize that all this is like some kind of inescapable bondage. All her breakthroughs seemed to be not for a better future, but to meet the final fate. Her existence was destined to become a small star in that virtual world, destined to struggle in the deepest darkness.
She wanted to escape, but she couldn’t find the exit. In this world full of cold numbers and rules, her heart seemed to be cut into countless pieces. Every time she stepped into a new area and challenged a new enemy, she seemed to be getting further and further away from her heart. Although those materials gave her temporary power, they never made her feel truly satisfied. She collected them not for upgrading, but to find something that had been lost for a long time.
However, the more she collected, the more tired she became. The emptiness in her heart seemed to never be filled. She never stopped, and sometimes she even began to doubt whether she had lost herself in this virtual world and forgotten her original purpose.
Zanni’s existence is the digitized and virtualized soul. Her story may not have a real starting point and end point, but just quietly transformed and disappeared in a cold virtual world. She has never called out to the world, and this virtual world will never stop for her.