I once dreamed of such a story, where fairies in the game world died of love, careerists full of hatred left for a foreign land, and righteous people with ideals were crushed by their ideals. They were dust burned by wildfires, and they were a colorful piece of rhetoric in the history books. They were waiting for opportunities in the undercurrent, and they found themselves in the fire.
Instructions for entering the pit:
1. Passion creates pits and updates are uncertain.
2. An imaginary world, with the perspective of three female protagonists.
3. Then, welcome to the pit.
Intention: I wish to look back on my life with no injustice in my heart