This summer, I am more reluctant to go home than ever. The reason is hidden in the fading sound of cicadas. The "specialty industry" of Lingwu Town angered the gods who guarded the village, and my secrets were slowly revealed after meeting the boy of fate. The myth of the mountain is slowly pieced together in our game. In fact, the sun never moves, but the sacrifice of the clouds makes it possible. Just as the puzzle pieces of the myth were gradually being completed, strange changes occurred in the people in the village. Their voices became ten times louder than before. The old man in the temple shouted in horror a spell that others could not understand...
Concept: imaginary story, abstracted reality