History turns to ashes and embers fall into the mortal world.
Undercurrents of forces from all sides are surging, and under the ashes, the remaining fire is rekindling.
The world that has lost its seasons is waiting for a breath.
The ashes of the apocalypse fall towards the ancient tree beside the well. There are always people guarding something, there are always people who want to see the truth...
Intention: What really changes the world is not power, but the trust built up bit by bit between hearts.