A retired former assassin hoping to enjoy a quiet old age, cold and seemingly expressionless bottom × a talkative, unlucky, sunny (?) and cheerful (?) slime who can be molded like putty, top who shapes the Lord God
A perfectly serious introduction:
What lies at the end of an instance world? Human despair, greed, anger, or... love? Perhaps... being alive is the only answer.
Then... what lies at the end of the real world?
[Congratulations, player, you have escaped reality!]
Reality is exhausting. It may not have the despair of the instances or life-or-death escapes, but it is a cage filled with oppression and silence. The trapped birds long for freedom, while the gulls wandering far from home yearn to return...
No one is the truth, and truth does not exist.
[Fast-paced instances, no omniscient point of view, with a summary epilogue]
[Live-stream comments appear as the story unfolds]
