Because I picked up a heron feather that fell by the Nile River, I fell into Egypt in 1924. While looking for a way to return to the modern world, he accidentally broke into Hamna Tower, the city of the dead.
The sky is full of yellow sand, resurrected mummies, ancient curses, arrogant treasure hunters and murderous black-robed Mejiay warriors.
— And I just wanted to go home.
"I don't belong here, I don't belong in this desert, I don't belong in the Egypt of this era."
"I've always known that you don't belong here. But, I can't help but want to keep you."
"Say something nice? Maybe I will choose to stay."
"You are as tough and beautiful as the acacia."
"The British soldiers stationed in Cairo always say 'my rose' and 'my nightingale' when expressing love. To you, I am a black locust."
"Black Locust is good, and so are you."
Concept: The heron is the ancient Egyptian god in charge of the reincarnation of time and space and the reciprocation of cause and effect. In different time and space, you will always fall in love with the same soul.