The gods negotiate, and all sentient beings make mistakes
The flood submerged, submerged, and the world became pure and turbid
In the familiar myth, maybe the gods are not omnipotent? I was also swept into the flood of fate, floating and sinking, unable to catch anything. All I could see were waves biting one layer after another, but no one came to build an ark.
If the gods from all myths gather together, if each constellation above the head will turn into a demon because of its protector; if there are unrecorded myths behind the lost civilization that can be analyzed through clues, if those folk stories that turn over thousands of times are not just a legend...
As the wheels of history pass by, all happiness and misfortune surrenders and is crushed into a drop in the ocean. What is occasionally talked about will stick together into constellations over the years and be fixed in the crystal ball called the universe - but every apex will become high in the sky.
In this world worth loving after the flood, each of us is our own god. The arrogant Goddess of Dawn x the lazy and ascetic God of Death, quarreling enemies invite you to wear the skin of myth, appear in various forms of the world, form a bond with history, pick at the demonic bones of the twelve constellations, and jointly find the buried truth. The stars are gone without knowing the night, and suddenly they feel the darkness of day. Come, please help to turn the gears of dawn!
All laws have cause and effect, and all living beings are without fault
Next time you pass by, pass by, the world is all about me