"I remember... I was dead."
In this chaotic, irrational, dream-like world, I am like a stitched monster, both strange and familiar. I saw the light, warm and distant, but I was irresistibly attracted to it, and my heart couldn't help but move closer to you, thousands of times.
When the male protagonist wakes up, he only remembers that he is dead. He thought he was reborn or traveled through time, and came to this world full of ancient atmosphere but with vague traces of modernity. He forgot a lot, almost everything, but he only remembered one sentence: "I am happy for you in the city, and the warmth will linger for the rest of my life." He forgot a lot, but when he met the noble princess, the voice of longing gradually echoed in his heart.
She stood under the moonlight, her clothes fluttering and her eyebrows picturesque, as if she were a phantom coming out of his forgotten memory. Her voice was as cold as a spring, but it caused ripples in his heart. He looked at her, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, as if they had already met in a certain time and space, but the traces were gently erased by the hand of fate.
He thought he was the monster that was stitched together, but he didn't expect that the world was really broken. He is waiting for the wind to come, for the flowers to bloom, and for the answer to his fate.
He began to understand that he might not be the stitched monster, but a traveler who came to this world just to meet her.
(This work unfolds from a magical perspective, taking you into a world that is both strange and familiar. I hope you all like it!)
Concept: Look at love, death, and the memory of longing in a weird and weird world.