The body is bathed in the sun, but the soul is cultivating tea flowers in the deepest part. The flowers blooming in the heart exude a fishy and sweet fragrance, which seems to confuse the brain. The jealous mandala, the arrogant crystal orchid, and the greedy sun disk. The rotten flowers stretch out thorny vines, piercing the soul and dragging it into the dark abyss. "Lost lamb, do you have a desire?" "Don't deny it in a hurry, maybe it is possible to realize it?" "But please don't forget the principle of equal exchange." "I am not a devil, I am a businessman, and this is..." "It is a general store that exchanges the paradise of despair for the hell of hope." "Trading is done here, and stories are also sold." "I am not the store manager, the store manager is lazy. I am just the clerk here, Aye." "Just a demon who collects stories."