On Sakurajima in 1999, the artillery fire between the Northern Sakura Party and the Southern Sakura Party never stopped in the cold winter.
On the execution platform, Sato Yuko, who was a member of a different party, her blood stained the snow - in this protracted party struggle, human life was nothing but a piece of grass swaying in the wind.
Twelve-year-old Sato Yuma cried her throat out in the snow, and Aso Sakura, who rescued him, had a face similar to Yuko's. "She is the 'Yujin Party'." Sakura's voice was wrapped in snow particles, as cold as a knife, but it struck a hot echo in the young man's heart - it turned out that the so-called "alien party" was just the appearance of his sister risking her life to protect him.
The iron bars of the prison prison locked up thoughts, and the corpses on the front line were frozen into ice.
The cold winter has no end, and the chill permeates every inch of the air: the smell of rust from the prison door is mixed with blood, and even the falling snow is heavy with suffocation.
But in this desolation, there are always people who are trembling forward with the obsession of survival - it is Yuzhen's nostalgia when looking at similar faces, it is Sakura's hidden pain under high pressure, it is the glimmer of "living" that every soul struggling under the gear of party struggle clings to in despair.
Concept: This work uses the endless cold winter as a metaphor to unfold an epic of survival wrapped in chilling. When the world is reduced to a frozen wasteland, when order collapses in the bitter cold, every struggling life is asking: In the face of the overwhelming nothingness, what is the weight worth holding on to?
It is the moment of warmth that a sister holds up for her brother, it is the secret empathy that circulates between similar faces, and it is the bond that protects each other in desperate situations - they are like undying sparks in the cold winter, fighting against the desolation of life when life is despised, and also reflect: no matter how cruel the environment is, the instinct of "protection" and "survival" in human nature is always the eternal force that penetrates the eternal winter.
