Market Lamp Illuminates Bones

Those who keep the ruins bury all the souls, and guard the ruins of the wilderness alone year after year. I thought I would be buried in a deserted mountain for the rest of my life, but instead I picked up a subjugated god who escaped from the annihilation of the old world and only had a trace of his soul left. Old grievances are piled up with new mysteries, feelings are born from dry bones, and the long night is long. Only a market lamp brings each other home. Intention:✅ A strong sense of fate and a long-lasting two-way bond