[Wits+Group Portraits+Steampunk+Western Fantasy]
The protagonist witnesses his own death
subsequently
The story begins
This is a place in a labyrinth that celebrates the realm of illusion.
This is a performance that begins slowly and has an undercurrent.
When everyone holds a destiny script, who will be the one pushed by the plot? Who can have the soul to isolate from the noise and stay awake.
You who have strayed into the garden of roses,
Have you ever understood?
That burning beauty,
Why are there so many thorns?
