Formless and Tangible

There is a saying in the wilderness: This land is alive. Trying to find the door, whoever pushes it open cannot come back. During the sacrificial ceremony, the boy who was bled did not die. Reflections hovering in the sky, crazy murmurs, broken dreams... Until after Suler crossed over. It turns out... You and I are both dice thrown, and our fate has already been decided before it is settled.