This is a world where illusion and reality overlap, and truth and falsehood intertwine.
Wall, who is an imperial colonel, and Owsley, who is an imperial secret researcher, are both cold-tempered and extremely reserved. Accidents intertwine, which can be a blessing or a curse, both true and false.
If someone tells you that it is a rose that will eventually be stained with blood and cannot be bound by thorns, and you don't know where the little prince is, you move into the eyes of a bird and look for him everywhere, but you don't know that the little prince bends down and generously blocks all the spots. You can't find him anywhere, you don't need to look for him, and you can't find him.
The work is very short, so I won't introduce it in detail.
Intention: Frankness