This life is desire, obsession, rebirth, trap, opportunity... This is a dream woven from spider silk.
"It's up to me to change all this"
His peaceful flower-growing life was shattered by a sudden illness. He planned to live the remaining time as he pleased, but he was suddenly bound to a game. This unknown thing actually said that it could let him live. Of course, there were conditions.
"Surviving one copy will allow me to live?"
"Of course, I wish the players good luck"
Without asking any further questions, our patient was sent to a copy, which seemed normal. To 'survive five days', you only need to stay for five days, right? It always feels like it's not that simple. Let's look for clues in the copy first.
"Our game begins again."
Intention: We can see clearly