There is no one to care about the idle flowers in the moon, and the empty mountain is filthy and longing to be returned. In the hundreds of years after the death of the Wind God, countless creatures were destroyed by creatures that did not belong here. The god who gave the wind god his death claimed to be the Lord of Creation and tried to bury hope. In despair, gods will stand up, and so will humans. What is more terrifying than reality is often the hole in the heart - the missing self. Light hits people's heads and casts shadows. People run in the direction of the light, and after all they live in their own shadows.
Intention: self