Lost in two space-times, a collapsed wave function, a dead moon.
Lice that live on gorgeous clothes, a low-class background without dignity, a male liar falling in love with a girl who was almost sold.
In 1992, a girl died for her first love, and a liar died for her.
Crossing the deep sea, life and death, and meeting again in time.
[A prequel to a story. I originally wanted to write a long story, but I was short of time, so I completed the story from another time and space, 2026.3.2]
Intention: It can be pure love, or it can be vulgar
