After fifty thousand years of reincarnation, he finally forgot why he was immortal.
The young man melting in the dark night walks among billions of stardust, waking up and falling asleep in the endless river imprisoning the immortal soul. Destined to do so, he must collect three thousand meteorites torn apart by the power of the gods, and recover his lost feelings even if his flesh and blood turn to dust. This time, he heard the whisper of a witch who didn't need sleep. She kissed his broken arm and asked him softly: "Are you bleeding blood or star marks?"
