A tree root is hung upside down as a crown, and the ups and downs of thousands of leaves are used as historical records.
The bloody soil once sold the bones of strong men, and the forge now quenches the cold iron clothes.
Exploring taboos under the veil, scavengers trade bones for carbon.
The twilight of the gods is inevitable, and the memories of the civilized wasteland are scattered.
The world in the mirror becomes a new me, and the skeleton boat is tied with many chains.
The dream hidden in the deep palace of the fetus has not yet awakened. This is the origin from ancient times to the present.
