Where are you and where is your hometown? True or false is just a matter of thought.
The bustling streets, the vibrant campus, the bustling shops with people coming and going, are so bustling with people, but from the moment the worlds overlap, people are missing, people die mysteriously, and "escapers" commit murders in panic. Something behind all of this is quietly collapsing.
Order is ignored, and more and more amnesiacs appear. But what is the meaning of existence?
On the day of the red sun, some people have all their memories, groping for rules in an attempt to save the world. The walnuts on their hands are cracked, and the inscriptions on the demolition methods in the temple are mottled and rusty. The old calendar is turning yellow, and you and I are deeply involved in it when we meet again.
On that day when time was turned back, later generations called it the 'Day of Collapse', which ended with heavy casualties. Can we return to the 'real' world that everyone talks about and be peaceful? The world is absurd, strange and full of fog. After repeating the cycle of death, can they still remember who they are when they know the truth for the last time?
Intention: Lost in the wave of forgetfulness, what are the unerasable bonds that guide us home.