Dusty stars are butterflies in cages, using a carving knife to carve out pain and longing that the world cannot understand in silence.
I thought that getting admitted to art university was the beginning of escaping from the suffocating past and seeking a moment of peace. However, I didn't know that I was plunged into four completely different passionate emotions, each of which was enough to burn me.
The midsummer sun tries to warm the frozen heart with unreserved kindness and cartoon sun sheets.
The superior gods used a magnificent private temple as bait to completely take possession of this "unique treasure".
The cobweb of paranoia and symbiosis is trying to drag us back to this cramped world where there is only the two of us.
And that redeeming love
The sun, the temple, the abyss, all four sides are wrestling for redemption, all in the name of love.
A hunting game about struggle and redemption begins.
When all the warmth is marked with hotness and all the gifts are marked with the price of possession, where should this dying butterfly fly?
