Sparks Under the Umbrella

Maple Court Country, a giant city surrounded by high walls. The real ruler is not a government, but a corporation. It invented the technology to cross high walls and became the master of everything. Laws are made by it, resources are allocated by it, and life and death are decided by it. The employee protection system is not a benefit, but 24-hour uninterrupted monitoring. I, wishing that the tide of my heart would travel through time. There are only a bunch of fragments in the memory of the original owner. I watched all this, but I couldn't go to this worldly quagmire. What's under the umbrella? It is the last hope, the spark in the final darkness. Although it is not as hot and destructive as flames, it can bring hope to the world. What is my goal? I am a creature born from someone else's wish, but I am about to inherit his wish.