When human beings are proud of their own greatness, the evil silkworms have wrapped themselves in the cocoon of destruction. What is waiting is MOIRA's last smile...
Still... Confused by questions, misunderstood answers, falling into the sea of tiredness, only... Pursue love, seize life, disappear into ashes... Cheated the fire, polluted the wind... Slaughtered the earth, corrupted the water. In the end, humans will kill the gods, forget awe [even so, please set off, children]
―― Chronos, the vertical bearer of time.―― Bios, the horizontal flame of life. The weaver of the universe uses both strings･･･if this is the reason we call them destiny･･･Moira
In this world, all wishes cannot be realized. Life is as illusory as fate is as ruthless as children. Do you still have the consciousness to celebrate your own destiny? Then I will remain silent and witness until the end...