This is what the author dreamed about a few nights. It can be considered a nightmare. It is a bit weird story about the infinite flow of historical cyberpunk.
If the gift of nightmares is imagination.
Echoing the high-pitched tone of the Nightmare Lord: Without soul pain, there is no literature.
She questions why love always tries to turn the other person into what she wants in her heart. For her, love is discipline and violence made of tears.
This is a story about women's same-sex love in the Nepali cultural background. Love is not like, not good, not sexual, it is appetite, food is not love, but people are, I want to eat you, it is the purest love from an individual.
Concept: Heavy rain is downwards, women are upwards
