Missing everything, not seeing the glorious years; the spare time is desolate, the ground is full of yellow flowers and dead leaves.
What would you think of if it were you? What would you see if it were you? That first sound, that ray gun, that mosaic, that gray ballroom and planet of sand? Was it the three years of waiting for that heavy rain? Is Reiwa really beautiful?
Or is it the last work written in Nanchang or the Records of Stone? Is it the rising sun that sets over the mountains and rivers?
Where is everything? They are always there...
Concept: sleepwalking