The Mortal World’s Love and Hate After You Become a God

There's a very, very long story in my head. I don't know if I'll finish writing it in this lifetime. Leaving it unfinished isn't an option. I'll keep writing it, again and again, for my whole life.

These are just little stories in a quiet corner.

I think they're all like the girl on the cover, each pouring out her own loneliness beneath the sky screen, glittering with countless lights.

The "you" in the title isn't just one person. Their stories took place a very, very long time ago.

You are all people I love, and that will never change.