This is the story of an ordinary person gradually becoming something inhuman.
In the midst of darkness, a young man stood silently at the center, surrounded by countless crystal-like fragments.
The fragments were filled with strange images:
Lava endlessly erupting from a volcano
A blood-red eye lurking beneath the black deep sea
A golden-haired girl surrounded by inhuman creatures
"Each of us is one of a kind, aren't we?"
"Yes, but in the vastness of the world, our existence makes no difference."
"...But there are people who care about us, aren't there?"
"..."
