Poppies are beautiful but deadly, and they are poppies. The beauty of the poppy is indescribable and extremely beautiful, so the fatal thing about the poppy is its "beauty". But how does the little poppy fare in the maelstrom of another world, and what will be its fate? What kind of different but bizarre experiences will be waiting for them? And who in the world knows that the flower language of poppy is waiting for love, looking forward to love?