One flower, one world, one fruit, one bodhi.
Whose hands weave a vast net that binds the body or the heart?
A dream passes through the soul, a strange connection in another world. Is it love or simmering resentment under the delicate skin?
Everything is born of desire and connected by evil.
If your soul traveled to another world, would you choose to fall into a beautiful love, or kill all the way and dominate the world?
It's all in "Shadow of Falsehood".