I made it all the way to chapter 6
This is some of the most appalling, horrible, bad writing to which I have ever subjected myself; I couldn't continue, honestly.
The pacing assumes you understand 47 different things have happened offstage, while informing you of details that will never be important, or even addressed, later.
The art is passable, but the greyscale tones are almost flat due to incompatibility with higher resolution.
The story might be interesting, but you'll never know, because there is no plot exposition... while the exposition rationalizing societal taboos is a word-salad of conversational vomit.
With a few years of work, the author may be very good; maybe after they go through puberty?
Because this is plainly written by a Nine-year-old.
Utter and complete slush.
Unless you're super high, this isn't worth your time.
If you are super high, it's still not worth your time, but it might be fun; I'll investigate once this edible kicks in...