They sat and watched the battle in the Central Plains.
They have a piece of the world.
They wander around, just looking for what they once dreamed of.
They watch with indifference, just to gain a foothold in the world.
Maybe, one day, they will know what they want...
Maybe, one day, they won't have to wander anymore...
This is a dream woven with the broken wings of a butterfly... The dream of a butterfly
He is a healer and a prodigal son. He is a "monster" and a prince.