Fate vaguely wants to imprison her on this day, but it seems to guide her to keep moving forward in the fog.
And the prince who picked it up by chance?
Invisible vines seemed to be entangled with each other. They moved forward tentatively step by step, constantly exploring the unknown...
There is always a way to go, there is always a door that will open.
As for the prince?
Don't be afraid, I will come back to this day again, over the mountains and over the heavy buildings, we will meet eventually.
