He saw fire in his eyes,
There are burning battlements and banners burning with sparks,
The fire that struck down the sky one day and burned the city of Chronos to ashes.
But he also knew that behind those eyes,
After all, it is always green and green.
The elven grassland belonging to the eternal star hunters is bathed in the fog and rain of the four seasons.
The place where he was born to belong.
──So much so that we finally...
Killing each other with supreme love.
Intention: Between the rising and setting of stars, describe the scenery of the world with your eyes
