Nebula is the new "witch doctor" in the tribe and knows some strange herbs. No one knows that she is not from this world.
A forced "miracle" caused the broken arm to regenerate instantly, which also pushed her into danger. In the eyes of the old wizard, excessive "goodness" is heresy.
She fled to those beings who were also regarded as aliens: cold-blooded snakes, crocodiles, lizards, frogs, moths... This group of marginalized people became her only destination.
Disguising witchcraft with technology and accepting loneliness with understanding, she quietly built a home among the cold-blooded orcs. However, the pursuit never stops, the ancient ruins are whispering, and the instructions from the sea of stars in the body point to the secret at the core of this world.
When the warmth of "home" collides with the coldness of "mission", when "man-made things" begin to experience the "love of life", how should she protect this group of cold-blooded family members, and how should she face the true meaning of her own arrival?
