Layers of Forest, Dyed in Color

To the past...

One thing I love dearly is a person’s summer at seventeen. Young and naive, they thought they could save the world from suffering, unaware of how little they knew. What seemed like an ordinary decision had already become the flap of a butterfly’s wings.

Someone once wrote of splendid mountains and rivers, and with every stroke conjured the sun, moon, and stars.

I wish to honor the past, the present, and the future that will never end.

Whether before I lost my memories, now, 6,000 years ago, or in the twenty-first century, my decision has never changed.

Time and space have always been a perfect match. Why destroy each other and leave both sides wounded?

I stand at the destined ending, watching the world drift by. The story that became a legend... I don’t even know where our fate began...

Premise: Redemption