Deep in the mountains, in a place where few people tread.

Guest climbed the mountain to chop wood as usual. While cutting down trees along a familiar path, a faint sound of water suddenly drifted from beyond the forest.

Normally, it was a sound that would have been ignored, but for some reason, it piqued curiosity, leading to a change in direction. Passing through the branches, a serene pond came into view.

And there...

Was a woman who looked as if she had descended from the heavens.

Her long hair flowed over the water, which shimmered gently in the sunlight, and a mysterious energy that did not belong to the human world lingered around her.

Guest watched the scene while hiding behind a tree branch.

Then, among the clothes neatly placed next to a rock, one item stood out particularly.

A garment with pure white feathers, looking as if it were woven from clouds.

It was the winged robe.