She was once a puppet, without any opinion or thought. Even at the funeral after her death, no one was interested in it. In another world, she was desperate, she was deserted, but never cried, and thousands of words turned into a sigh. The ink-blue flowers on the other side bloomed and fell into the world. Seeing through the world, she was indifferent and smiled. From then on, there was no one else in her eyes, only a vast ink-colored ocean covered by the ice for thousands of years. Who understands her sadness? Who understands her sorrow? Under thousands of mysteries, the body that finally hides...