Record of the Netherworld Flowers

Don’t go looking for Shangri-La.

It really exists, but there are no fertile fields or beautiful ponds there, only twisted space-time and enslaved immortals.

Now it has chosen me.

When I meet the Tomb Keeper’s gaze in the mirror, when the neon lights of the city begin to reflect a peach grove…

I know I must either find a way to shut it down or become its next sacrifice.