The fire from hell gave her life.
But she has a holy soul like an angel.
She is reborn from the fire. She is a beautiful immortal bird.
When Sirius turns blood red, there will be a great war.
She will hold the dead man's flower and walk through the path of fire. Plant it in heaven.
A heartbreaking spell. The soul is torn in the clouds.
Through the fog.
She was never alone, never afraid. Even if everything is forgotten in this life, the memory turns into dust. She was also willing to do so.
Not only for the person she loves deeply, but also for the plants and trees under her golden wings. This is her duty as a patron saint.
Her soul remains in the horizon, that sad pure land.
But fortunately, she can finally rest peacefully on her lover's shoulders, and look at the kingdom of happiness together with him, never to be separated.