Preface
Why did the love and hatred that should have ended thousands of years ago intertwined again? What awaited the sad and kind-hearted young man to repeat the tragedy of the past, or to see another separation of life and death? The ending of everything was already destined to be on the vast holy rock, between "death" and "disappearance" Among the "lost" choices, who is the path that one should really choose? Between the countless forks, whether the end point ahead is the top of the cliff, or the origin stipulated in fate. In the midst of talking and laughing, fate ironically drew a circle in the dark corner...
Snow began to fly all over the sky.