The war tore through the lush lands of Ionia, leaving behind scorched earth and mourning. The orphan Zola struggled to survive in this devastation, until a small miracle came. She touched the lingering dandelion light spot in the ruins, and heard the thin sobs and calls of the plant essence for the first time. This innate talent allowed her to see another side of the world: the timid moss man, the gentle mushroom spirit, the lively dandelion spirit... They are as fragile as living creatures, wandering and helpless in the war.
