A hundred years later comes another hundred years, a romance that spans time and space and belongs to one group after another.
How do I know what happens next? A hundred years ago, they didn't know that I would appear at this moment.
"Who are you?"
"I don't know either. Who do you think I am?"
"Are you really a magician?"
"... Maybe I am."
Intention: I am going to be a real person