Fantasy

Fantasy is a crime. ——This has been claimed by the Empire since its founding. Over the past hundreds of years, the empire has become increasingly decayed. The clouds have obscured the sun and the sun has turned purple, leaving the people unable to see and unable to speak. In the peaceful world whitewashed by people with ulterior motives, an ancient prophetic poem spread out unknown. The unknown bard left a chapter that said the empire would fall at dusk by the claws of the white raven. This was destined destruction that no one could change. The young man in black did not know the meaning of this ancient poem, but he was willing to become the crow that destroyed the empire. The white-haired young man did not know the meaning of this ancient poem, but he hoped that he could change the prophecy and save this ailing empire. The blue-eyed young man did not believe the announcement of this ancient poem. He tried his best to get back everything he had lost. There are many people who know or do not know this prophecy, and believe or do not believe this prophecy. Everyone wants something, whether for freedom, for themselves, or for the world. In this sad world where even fantasies are restrained and will lead to destruction, a fantasy dance drama in troubled times opens grandly.