The witch Mia, who was exiled to the swamp, seems to have become accustomed to such a silent life, with the messy greenery covering up the devastation everywhere.
But when the white dove brought the seeds, and when the wind brought new news, she couldn't help but look up and embrace hope.
Maybe she would still want to hide, under the mushroom umbrella, in her robe, behind the bodies of her companions. Maybe she didn't succeed, but she has never been defeated.
She still stubbornly pursues freedom.
Intention: Defeat yourself