The chaotic world of mortals has obliterated legends. Even though we have a clear understanding of the world, we cannot see ourselves clearly.
All the things in this mortal world are nothing more than flowing water and falling flowers. Everyone is just a withered petal in the torrent of time. When they are washed together by the water, they form a fate; when they are knocked over and scattered by the waves, this is also fate - people come and go, but they are just passers-by. Not many people can stay in other people's world for a long time.
I try to describe the joys and sorrows that happen around the protagonist in a plain tone. Of course, in the end, whether their fate can escape the rules of fate, even if they have transcended the world of mortals.