I lost my memory and searched for the past, racing my life to pay off my debts, but was hunted by inhuman monsters. The silver-haired man who saved me and almost dissected me said: "Actually, we may not be human beings, but created creatures randomly drawn by painters."
..."Are you kidding me?"
Purpose: To explore the most difficult middle path between creation and destruction. All phenomena are inherently impermanent, and if they exceed their limits, they will inevitably overturn.