This earth should no longer exist, at least, it won't be like it is now, full of life and strange beauty.
I woke up in a tree, a huge tree, a colorful tree.
The tree is like a cocoon, and I emerge from the cocoon.
Light shines through the cracks, and I welcome new life.
By the way, if I remember correctly, I should be a box of ashes. My memories are few, but not all. The only thing I remember now is that I died.
The touch from the soles of my feet made me unnatural, even frightened. It's the long-lost Rouran, with a little warmth.
How do I live?
I don't remember it, it's like there's a thick layer of soil that I can't dig through. Maybe, I just need time to remember it soon.
(Main recipient)
Concept: Under the gentleness and indifference of nature, every species has meaning.