In the Dream, I Know That I Am Not a Guest

She picked it up from the crape myrtle flowers in the sky, her memory was completely lost, and it was sealed mysteriously; In the dream, the boy in red and the surging river water; whose shadow is it? In reality, on her way to find herself and her memory, she encountered people who made her hate, be obsessed with, and resentful; By putting down the chaos in the world, what did she gain and lose? An ancient mythical beast with a mysterious identity and obsessive sadomasochistic love. Even if the stars are shining brightly above her head, she still wants to live in the world of mortals. Can she do it?