Autumn's Yuan Tong

The birds of autumn fly far away, coming to rest upon the sacred paulownia tree, heralding the approach of a terrifying darkness. Lost and scattered souls gather under the pull of fate, never to part again. They become one, embark on a new journey, and begin a new life.

Even if the past has faded from memory, the soul still remembers. Whether it’s the embrace I owe you or the words “I’m sorry”... I carry my dreams and keep running forward, protecting everyone behind me, and you.