Hunting Tobacco

"This island is our home, right?" When Fez put the tobacco wreath on the silver bow, Vata lowered his eyebrows and did not answer. At that time, the heavy rain had just stopped, and the tobacco on the sunny slope was stained with water drops. Fes is the god of tobacco that grows wildly in the cracks of the rocks, and Watta is the desolate hunting god whose bow is broken and covered in dust. On Jinyu, abandoned by the gods, they used each other's body heat to survive the coldest night. Intention: Love and survival, stay together through thick and thin