A pitiful mother, a pitiful daughter, both extremely poor. Life is already pushing them into the end of their already thin, brittle thread, turns out...it's only just the beginning. Will the mother and daughter make it through countless excruciating hardships life offers them? Will they obtain the yearn to live a peaceful life and die a peaceful death? An inevitable day that'll have the potential to plunge a soul straight deep into an endless void, through and through, diminishing the only tenacity left in that soul, has yet to come. And even so, inwardly, the void would be dark and extremely devoid of colour, but outwardly, even the darkest nights can always eventually transition into the brightest days.