Aoyama Chronicle

The sea of ​​stars is extinguished, and civilization is sleeping deep. One hundred and fifty million years ago, the glorious pioneers finally sank into the eternal night, and only the remaining fire remained. Today, the echo of the promise awakens in this fire. Mountains and rivers are reshaped, civilization is sustainable, and the starry fields are vast... This is not a revival, but a rite of passage for a new civilization. What we inherit is not power, but the entire lost starry sky.