A frivolous young man from an unknown mountain village
A proud female slave who is regarded as taboo by everyone
The truth of the Battle of the Gods thousands of years ago gradually became clear with the passage of time. What was lost, what was annihilated, what was gained, what was glorious, all the truth and lies
It turns out that the gods also need to fight for it. It turns out that the gods are not born. It turns out that the gods have to be piled up with countless bones. But how many bones are needed to pile up the towering god? I don't know whose name is engraved on the tombstone, which one belongs to the companion and which one belongs to the enemy...
I don't want anything, I don't want to embrace beautiful women, sit on the land, don't want to be admired by thousands of people, and be loved by the world. I just want to stay quietly in a small village, with joy at my knees, watching my father's warm smile, my mother's face like a flower, and my son's companion's happy laughter. In my dream, I also have that woman in white with her skirt flying and her long hair like a flower...