At the Break of Dawn

Do you remember the bright morning sun, kissing your cheeks?

Do you remember the sunset's afterglow, your skirt fluttering in the breeze?

Do you remember the scent of flowers and grass, the earthy fragrance of the soil?

Do you remember the adorable cats, the loyal dogs, and all the creatures struggling to survive?

When the great sun in the sky turned, becoming black as charcoal, then was surrounded by blood and rained down a dark red pollution...

The morning sun no longer kissed you, and the sunset's afterglow no longer danced in the breeze.

Flowers, grass, and soil all lost their unique scents.

The adorable pets, and all the animals fighting to survive, became monsters...

Twisted and deformed, rotten and foul-smelling.

A butcher with a pig's head, a goat's head stitched together with hemp rope, an indescribable evil god, a little girl with eight twisted arms, a strange man wearing an owl mask.

Everything began to grow bizarre and surreal, and at its root was that dark sun.

People tried to fight back, tried to kill the god on the sun. But when they finally reached it, the god was already dead.

So who was the real enemy, and how could the world survive?

Ten thousand years of plotting, a thousand years of resistance, all for the sake of a better tomorrow.

Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten the lingering warmth of that ray of morning sun?

If not, take my memories with you. In the future I cannot see, experience that age of prosperity for me.

The dark sun descended, devouring and destroying the world, but memories surged in defiance.

The breeze lifted the petals, carrying with it the truth of everything.

You... have smelled the fragrance of