Some paintings are not just for appreciation. They are a stage, playing out a never-ending tragedy, an endless hell where you are forced to relive that cruel fate again and again through the eyes of everyone in the play. You will become the enemy you hate, the lover you deeply love, and the innocent creature who is ruthlessly crushed. The only way to escape from this hell is to wait for someone who dares to break the script. However, when your mind, your body, and even your instincts have completely surrendered to the role you are playing, how can you resist? When this person's sacrifice is the beginning of another person's tragedy, how should you choose? When love must face the fate that has already been written, where is its limit? When love faces a fate that has already been written, where is its limit?
Purpose: redemption