In the long river of time, some find peace, some look back with fondness, and some yearn for those they miss. Time flows on, day and night without end, until it is stopped and reversed by something indescribable up ahead.
In the endless long night along an ancient road, two little figures shine with their own light, illuminating all the darkness of the world and catching starlight.
Can an unnamed mark remember the one who bears it, never to forget? Can it challenge time?
Even if it means endless calamity, death, and the dissolution of one's path; even if one's primordial spirit is annihilated and one's meridians shattered; even if it lasts no longer than the blink of an eye, like a white horse flashing past a gap.
Let us make an unnamed promise together.
