I don't know who I am or where I come from.
In a catastrophe, a flower blooms and a cluster of karma is burned. Full of expectations, but in the end it was just a joke, a thousand years of obsession, a thousand years of imprisonment, who has been waiting for a thousand years?
How many lives were lost in a gorgeous meteor shower? Only the soul is sacrificed to Chaos and the soul is burned. A phoenix begs for a phoenix. When the song ends, people leave.
Who is controlling everything in the dark?
Purpose: Meet the right person at the right time