I Yearn to Ride the Wind

Since the demonic wind arose, the sky has been shrouded in darkness and the earth has become barren.

The Refuge Villages built by the ancient sages and worthies became the fading embers of civilization.

At last, dawn arrived, and people began to leave the Refuge Villages, kindling sparks of light as they struggled to cross the perilous waters.

But when the morning sun first rises, what awaits them?

May the mortal world be blessed with peaceful dreams, and may the bright moon invite me to ride the wind!