Weird, Skin and Flesh Are the Wives, Bones Are the Husbands

Traveling through the blue star world, the blank space becomes the blank space itself, with no body and no emotions, leaving only a wisp of thoughts trapped in a void space. When an unlit red candle burns by itself in the middle of the night, do you dare to look at it a second time? She thought that as long as she didn't touch, look at or get close to him, she would be fine. Little do they know that in this game between man and "trickster", the more you avoid it, the deeper your fear will be; the more you care, the heavier the traces will be. A wedding that spans life and death, a bloody wedding book seeping from the Buddha statue, and a soul that is gradually being devoured. In the void space, the weirdness has already revived. The strange tide has already arrived. Your shadow no longer belongs to you. It will betray you under the moonlight and become what you fear most. Please remember, don't look at your shadow...