In Egypt in 1988, an old blind fortune teller said he saw a miracle.
It was a golden rose, swaying with the waves in the brown Nile River.
It grew up in another long river far away, but it chose to chase the light across thousands of miles.
But the rose will only be burned by the fire, like a moth to the flames.
But Royston doesn't believe in fate. She wants to be a Percival who doesn't believe in God and only regards the Holy Grail as her only belief in this life.
She wanted a bonfire that would never go out and branches that would never burn to mock God's disqualification.
Destiny would only be like a clockwork hand that started moving at twelve o'clock according to the setting, but whether it would return to zero or stop at fifty-nine minutes at the last second, she had to try it again by herself.
Concept: The gears of destiny have no set direction