Every hundred years, the silver double moons will rise slowly from the east of the world. Time has long faded people's memories, and no one knows the secrets buried deep under the moonlight. The ancient shackles are quietly loosening and rusting. The princess who escaped from the palace, the amnesiac wanderer in the desert, the magician on the tower, their adventures slowly turn the gears of the world.
Intent: Growth does not mean losing oneself, but making oneself more pure