The southwestern valley is shrouded in mist all year round, and the blood and mist turn into blood-colored fallen flowers.
Every early winter, hunters go to the deep valleys to hunt down a strange beast for the nobles to eat its meat and take its eyes. After this year's hunting feast, the people gathered in the deep valley headed towards their respective destinies.
Everyone is just their own protagonist, a supporting role in the eyes of others. The only people present were flesh and blood bodies struggling in their respective predicaments.
Intention: None