In this world, everyone is sorting out their own destiny. The smoother the lines, the higher the status. There is no time here. When the thread is untied, it is complete. People here call it "in order".
Those things that cannot be managed smoothly are "disorders", a disease, a disaster, a shame, and a bug that should be eliminated.
He waited for her for thousands of years and became a dumb rabbit.
She, a born disordered person, thanks him for his gift.
If the pain proves that she is still alive, it doesn't matter if I don't understand this agreement!
Purpose: In a world where "straightening out is death", explore the true meaning of "living" - not without pain, but with love, hate, affection and righteousness.