Maybe we have great fantasies about different dimensions, but when it really comes to our world and brings blood with it, can we admit our fantasy about it?
Different spaces, different loves, different people, at that moment of looking back, can they really find their eternal companionship?
When the truth is before our eyes and family feuds surface, who can withstand such a test?
Wandering on the edge of love and hate, shuttling between humans and gods, what kind of picture would it be like?