Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
In the dim village, with smoke curling up from the cooking pots, players enter the village with their skinny horses. Only when night falls, wails fill the fields, and the villagers who were friendly during the day look for their guts.
Purpose: Survive in illusion