On the day I was offered as a sacrifice to He Bo, there was an overwhelming red rain falling from the sky.
In the underwater temple, the thousand-year-old candlelight illuminates the cold and lonely face of the god.
I thought that what awaited me was death, humiliation, and the fate of being devoured.
But he just looked at me from a distance through a curtain of water and said, "You shouldn't have come."
"None of you should have come."
Later I learned that I was the ninety-ninth bride given to He Bo.
The ninety-eight in front were all dead.
Intention: The theme of resisting false fate, breaking the thousand-year cycle, and redeeming each other in the long loneliness.