"Listen, this is the voice of the God of Wind." The breeze blew through the blessing bells, making a crisp sound.
The boy didn't understand, and turned to look at the girl in confusion.
The girl closed her eyes, clasped her fingers in front of her chest, and prayed softly to the kami tree, which was dozens of meters high in front of her. The leaves were as green as emeralds.
"You know, there is an ancient legend circulating in Brussels." She opened her eyes, her eyes full of hope. "When the God of Wind comes, the time of the entire world will be suspended, and the suffering will disappear at this moment."
"Then... Where should we find it?" The boy asked.
Purpose: redemption
