A story can change people,
in a good way.

This is a story as old as time itself.

Eons ago, there was an ancient god—the son of the Sun—radiant and untouchable. And there was a demon, born from the mightiest stone in the distant Purple River, the most powerful force of darkness. They met, and against all laws of nature, they fell in love.

But they were opposites—two men, forged from opposing powers. When the Sun discovered their forbidden bond, he was enraged. He imprisoned his son within the burning core of the Sun itself, severing him from the demon forever.

Desperate, the demon searched, willing to defy the impossible. He sought to cross the empty abyss between the Purple River and the Sun, but its searing flames threatened to consume him. So, he shattered himself into thousands of stones, forging a bridge with his very being. With every step he took toward his love, he melted away, piece by piece.

At last, he reached the Sun, his body reduced to its final breath, but his heart unwavering. When the god saw him, he wept, holding his dying love for the first and last time. In his fading moments, the demon whispered, “In our next life, love me again.”

The god, shattered by grief, made a vow: “In the next life, I will return as a woman, to love you as you deserve.”

But the Sun, still furious, cursed them both. He bound them to an endless cycle—falling in love, sacrificing for each other, and dying before they could ever truly be together.

Through centuries and lifetimes, they shaped new worlds, created humanity, and watched civilizations rise and fall. But in each life, their love was doomed to tragedy, ensnared by fate’s cruel design.

And yet, they never wavered. Each time they met again, they cherished what they had, knowing that love—no matter how fleeting—was always worth the price.