The ancient witch has seen all the vicissitudes of life after thousands of years. Because of the sudden ringing of the morning bell, she came to a chaotic time and space, looking for her way back in countries that completely broke her ideological structure. And at a certain place and at a certain moment, a mysterious spell appeared in front of her, and this spell was actually left here by her thousands of years ago. She suddenly discovered that it turned out that she did not need to return here, because this space was her destination. The fragile, incomplete and dusty ancient scrolls contained words she didn't recognize: "My dear, if the human heart is like a flower that falls without waiting for the wind, then you must be the mottled memory of the moment when the flower falls. No matter how many lives have passed, when the morning bell comes and when the agarwood burns out, your voice will still ring in my ears again..." She raised her head silently, and the flowers seemed to have fallen...