"The meaning of life is not how long you live, but how much you remember."
It's a long story, and one that doesn't last any time.
This is a girl's travel fantasy love, and it is also a dream that cannot be remembered.
The beginning and end of everything will fall into the endless whirlpool of time and space. In the dark, if our time stops and restarts again, will there be anything that exists from beginning to end?
Is it really meaningless to experience and forget again?
"Whose shadow are you looking at through my eyes?"
"I am someone who should not exist."
I originally thought that there is no right or wrong in this world, only what has happened and what has not happened. Perhaps, there is a third way...