In the thousands of years that have gone around, the legends of this fantasy continent have been told. The platycodon flowers blooming under the thunder, the free city protected by the wind, the ancient city-state born from the fire, the sunflowers standing proudly in the wind and snow, are the monarchs who protect the country with all their heart, yearning for it. Free spirits, emperors who care about the people, absolutely fair judges, and pioneers who are willing to sacrifice their lives to reveal the real world to people. The stories from the gods still continue. Their merits and demerits always exist in the world, and their stories have no one to comment on.
Concept: If what we once regarded as tragedies were experienced by gods, would these things become deeper tragedies?