Destroy People Tirelessly

When I was a child, I heard from my grandmother's stories: The sea of flowers on the top of the mountain was planted by a pair of lovers before they died in love. Later, the seeds got some kind of mutation and derived other varieties of flowers. Over the years, those flower appreciators who did not believe in the legend and did not listen to the advice all returned without a trace in the process of exploring... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.