Thousands of Spirits in Far Mountains

While people were singing and singing in the royal city every night and praising the achievements of great men a hundred years ago, no one knew that the history of this continent would be rewritten because of a small town. "We shouldn't have met. You are the clouds in the sky, and I am the mud on the ground. It's fine if you haven't seen it before. I feel at ease as my mud. I am content with only the dark color. But now I want to climb up to the clouds and feel the colorful beauty. I have become greedy."