The wind has no name and is the last guard of the polar regions. His body is sealed with the world's original wind, and the ice crystal compass always points to the next place that needs him.
The clouds can't stop and sing wherever they go. His song can briefly restore color to dying things - if only for a moment.
They met under the aurora and went on the road together. On the land where the blight is spreading, the creatures are disappearing bit by bit in the darkness.
The sky-watching tree in the rainforest is forgetting the creatures that have lived in it. By the dry pond, the frog father protected the last few eggs with his body. The last white rhinoceros on the grassland is still making its way for others who will never come.
Every time Yun sings a song, a living being is remembered. And the wind stood behind him, protecting every color in his singing in the palm of his hand
Intention: What is remembered never really disappears. And remembering itself is to retain.
