What would you do if you were accidentally lured into the mountains by a ball of rotten meat, which kept tricking you, inducing you, and even calling itself a god, turning you into its envoy?
If faith and body are forcibly twisted into two camps: humans and monsters, how do you place your faith, and how do you place your body?
If possible, would you still choose this path?
"If moisture comes to my heart, I will choose to sleep with you in this unknown snowy place, even though I hate you."
Intention: Thriving