“In a fleeting glance, the floating clouds pass in an instant”
Death is both an end and a new beginning. Flowers bloom and wither, an endless cycle of reincarnation. All living beings can do is let go of attachments and follow the natural course.
A life of despair, dying from an incurable disease, only to be reborn as a white serpent with memories intact. As time flows, the human memories are gradually suppressed by primal instincts, a snake is a snake, never truly human.
Transforming into a female serpent demon, seeking the path of immortality.
