Every dream is a real world.
I was trapped in a dream and was drawn into the vortex of the struggle for imperial power. The unknown killer was pushed and fell into the center of the incident. Countless secrets are pouring in like a tide - what kind of secrets does everyone carry? What bloody stories are buried under the soil of the Soviet Union? Where do more and more dreams come from?
I even wonder, who am I?
For me who is struggling in the third dimension, this dream can probably be regarded as salvation.
Intention: People who love each other are each other's salvation.