The first time I saw that mountain was during a trip. It was completely black, as if something had taken away its soul.
Then it appeared in my dream.
I walked into the dead zone, bumped into a barrier, and met a man in ancient costume. His name is Ji, and he is a god in this land of death. He is too good-looking to be true, but his eyes are as empty as an empty house. He has two little followers and a person in his heart who is no longer there.
He drove me away, saying this was no place for mortals.
I didn't leave.
I brought him sweets and tea, and made squeaking footsteps in his world. He never left me alone and never chased me away - he just stretched out his hand to protect my waist when I was about to fall.
He looked at me and called my name for the first time.
I don't know what kind of past is hidden in this land of death, and I don't know who the person in his heart is. But I knew that at that moment, he no longer regarded me as an intruder.
This is a story about loneliness and intrusion, obsession and relief. It is also a story about a cold fairy being slowly pried open from the ice shell by a piece of sugar, a bag of tea, and a desperate mortal.
——You are the only flowing voice in my dead world.
[Reading Tips]: This is a gentle story. A god with a hurt heart, and a girl who slowly flows in like a stream.
