The ancient god Yan Xi has been alive since the birth of heaven and earth. He has seen the birth of all things, the collapse of dynasties, and the reincarnation and death of living beings. The life spans of all the living beings around him have disappeared in an instant, and only he is trapped in the years for thousands of years - sitting alone in the ruined temple, watching the four seasons come and go, the rise and fall of the stars, occasionally wandering in the lower world, only watching the human fireworks from a distance, and never stopping to interact with each other. The world is full of incense, and people respect her and fear her, but no one understands her loneliness. All living beings ask her for blessings and avoid disasters, but no one asks her for sleepless nights.
Intention: Gods aloof also long for ordinary human warmth