When the new god was born, the daughter of the old god could never believe in the old god. Molika stood on the soft, pain-stricken earth and gazed deeply at her homeland. Although Molika didn't pay much attention to it at the time, many years later, in the deepest part of every dream and the end of every fantasy, Christine's lips moved exaggeratedly, she danced and shouted "I love you" with a red face. She is always making painful choices. It's a bit like One Hundred Years of Solitude + I want to engage in magical realism
Concept: Collision of old and new, Lily story of love and hate