The story begins in a land called Queling. People live in Queling, and Queling hangs in the sky. The sky is a piece of sky of Queling, and Queling is a leaf in the sky. Then, in this small corner of the land, various mountain spirits and ghosts appeared one by one, singing all the love, hate, and sorrow into songs. Someone who was willing to organize them into a volume, and this collection of ancient short stories was born.
Intention: gibbering words, writing absurd things.