The world after death? Soul Society? The origin of all things? A struggle of power? Magical identity?
Originally it had nothing to do with me, it was just the desire from the bottom of my heart, the desire to be free...
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Golden hair, dazzling smile, gentle tone, familiar breath... But just that one brush with each other was actually the origin of their fate.
Misunderstanding? Diversity? Rumor? Lie? What is true? How can I find the golden sky that belongs to me?