Red Skirt, Starlight

A Northeastern girl who loved wearing red dresses passed a crossroads on the fifteenth night of the seventh lunar month and had a strange encounter with a crack in time. After that, she kept running into all kinds of bizarre things... Everything in nature, from every blade of grass and tree to humanity itself, is like a circle with no beginning and no end, turning endlessly without ever stopping. Life is born from existence, existence is born from nothingness. Where there is life, there is death; where there is death, there is life.