Kong Chan is the forgotten old god. The temple collapsed for three hundred years, and she was left with only a transparent shell that could allow even the wind to pass through her body.
A little girl herding sheep placed the last candy in front of her. The candy was the only relic left by her deceased father.
Kong Chan touched it. For the first time in three hundred years, something didn't slip from her fingertips.
The weight of a candy pulled her back to the world of gods. She doesn't want incense or believers, but only remembers the wishes of those who are too poor to light incense. The old gods said she was destroying the foundation of the gods. She said: Then bet on a city.
Seven years without God. It depends on whether people are willing to trust each other.
She didn't tell anyone that the little girl herding sheep was the first person to make a wish to the gods three thousand years ago, leaving the last drop of her blood.
And what she, Kong Chan, has been waiting for is for this drop of blood to come back to her.
Intention: When people make a vow to God, they want to be heard, and the person himself is the echo of another person. The gods can disperse, but the echo will not disappear.
