Unfortunately, I'm not sure if this can be called love.
This is a very curious story, in which life is mercilessly eroded by the unreality of the other side; this is also a slightly ordinary story, and the protagonist's family may be your neighbors.
Hegel said that Minerva's owl only takes flight at dusk. Being caught up in the tide of the times, no one knows exactly what is happening around them.
However, how will you take responsibility for the ignorant mistakes committed by the previous generation?