The collection of desires born in eternal night is covered with thousands of beauty skins, and the irises shed a strange and colorful light when weeping. The plutocracy heir broke the knuckles of her love rival and burned the gilt bracelet containing the divine personality into her flesh and blood; the scientific madman cut open the eye sockets of 300 androids just to replicate the 0.32-Second tremor frequency of her eyelashes. When the actress shreds the white moonlight character and chokes the stand-in, and the underground boxing champion smashes the glass shrine in which she is imprisoned, the instigator is leaning on the clouds and chuckling - those ants who are crazy about fakes will never know that the hem of the god's skirt never stays for anyone. After all, when the last piece of power is harvested, even the skin carrying desire will turn into powder.
Intention: The sharpest power in the world has always been a game for the sane.