If death is not the end.
She mistakenly entered a place that did not exist outside the human world, the underworld and the heaven - the third world.
She doesn't even know who she is.
As the truth emerges little by little, she begins to realize that her arrival in the Third World may not be an accident. There is a connection between her and this world and him that is far older than memory. Those unexplainable familiar feelings, those dreams that appeared again and again, and those familiar eyes were all pushing her towards an answer that no one dared to touch. . . .
A hundred years in this world is but a blink in the third world. Over thousands of years, he has seen too many people obsessed with love and sinking with hatred, and he has also seen countless souls dissipate in the long river of time.
Everywhere seems to have its due order and that makes everything.
For hundreds of years, love is a moment outside the order of mortals. It is also the only existence outside of order that cannot be judged.
Intention: Life and death are orderly, all things are permanent, and love makes people constantly question the meaning of the existence of rules. This work hopes to use a story about the third world to explore life, death, responsibility, freedom and redemption, and to express that even in the torrent of fate, people still have the choice to love, protect, and become a better version of themselves.