Alice: "If this prophecy is just a mirage, then I will let it exist as long as possible..."
Joshua: "If you think you can't do it alone, then the two of us will create it together. No matter how strong you are, don't forget that you are always my sister."
A destined ending, a futile struggle. Facing a hopeless future, what kind of beautiful despair will the puppets who have broken free of their strings perform in front of God?