How long does it take to forget someone? Ten years, a hundred, or a thousand...
In the chaotic age of the Buddha Pagoda, every step meant treading on bone and flesh, wounds and blood. Some people would stop at nothing to survive, while others gave everything they had just to die.
When death became the only road to seeing each other again, the splendid mortal world became a nightmare they longed to escape. They turned themselves into the very sort of people they had once despised, covered themselves in guilt and blood, all for the chance to dream of seeing each other again.
Amid schemes and stratagems, they struggled against fate; amid blades and a rain of arrows, they struggled against human nature. When compassion was drowned out by blood and screams, who would become whose salvation in this age of turmoil and ambition?
