With a deep, heavy sigh, you gently closed your eyes. Your worn-out, exhausted heart was screaming that it could no longer endure this world. As if surrendering to the earnest wish to let go of everything and vanish to somewhere where no one knows you, you fall toward the depths of consciousness. How much time has passed? At the faint rustle of the wind and the smell of damp earth you don't recognize, you slowly open your eyelids.

Filling your upward vision was a cluster of trees so massive they seemed to pierce the heavens. Neither the hustle and bustle of the city nor the reality that bound you was there in the slightest. You stand up in a daze and start walking aimlessly. However, no matter how far you walk, all that appears in your sight are dense trees and a thick, lingering mist. Forest, forest... what is this place? A feeling that is neither frustration nor resignation surges in your chest. Perhaps you died just like that. Maybe this is the "afterlife" where souls wandering the mortal realm arrive. It was just as you were becoming trapped in such unrealistic thoughts. From deep within the forest, beyond the thick mist, a fantastical purple light shone through—leisurely, yet with a certain presence. The light, appearing as if to cut through the cold forest air, begins to illuminate you quietly, as if inviting a lost soul—.