“Are you ready?”

“This is going to be a very, very long story…”

You are a tiny seed.

In the boundless dark,
your face is sculpted again and again.
A smile, a faltering word,
or a tear, a lingering sigh.

But when a ray of light breaks through,
the Stellaron unravels your fate.

Since that moment,
You were meant to be a soul, yet you are hollow.
You were meant to be the answer, yet you know nothing.

At some point, you awake once more
as a dead seed
in the prison of Remembrance.

This is a tomb crafted by the body to trap the soul.
You will neither wither,
nor hold a future anymore.

“Heart of Amphoreus… Demiurge.”
Who's calling you?
Is that your name? “… Hi, miss me yet?”

Before being dragged back into the sinful loop by tongues of fire,
she left you a story…

The singing fairy
guides the kind traveler
to the Membrance Maze.

Soft and full of color,
A peaceful, beautiful place to return to.

In the ice cave of memory,
only stories hold warmth.
They slowly transform from symbols and numbers,
into things you are familiar with, yet never have seen.

Rainbows, clouds, and flames dance through the story.
Swallows, butterflies, and kittens grace its pages.

You find yourself wanting to hear more from her…
A thought that's never crossed your mind until now.

And so, you begin to take root.
Slowly, quietly, you bloom.

Memory's flowers blossom within the cage,
casting light upon the cold night,
unveiling gardens, fountains, and quiet promenades.

You come to understand more,
new thoughts, deeper feelings.
Your palms grow soft with fur,
and you reach, gently, for her fingertips.

Each meeting
carries thousands of years of longing.

You see the exhaustion in her quiet steps through the years,
and breathe in the sorrow she hides within her tales.

At the final meeting,
she entrusts you with her name.

“Cyrene.” The ripples of past reverie
carry romantic poems back through time.