There is a fish in the North Ming, and its name is Kun.
When Kun fell to the mortal world, a group of demons divided and ate him, transformed into a human being, and covered the sky and the sun.
A small fish tore open the curtain of the sky, and the hazy world began to take shape.
The story is written to the gentle, kind, brave and upright little fish with a strong bones, and to countless soldiers with strong bones who continue to light candles one after another, just because I believe that justice will eventually defeat evil.
The moon is always the moon, and beauty is always beauty.
Concept: A single spark can start a prairie fire