When you finally escape the cage,
your heart no longer knows emptiness.

“Who… am I?”

As the memory's flower withers,
it bears a fruit shaped like a heart.

You lose yourself,
forgetting even the name you were given.
But one desire lingers:
to turn the next page of the unfolding story.

The Remembrance's messenger takes your hand,
through blooming gardens and hushed galleries,
to where the stars unfold above.

A shooting star flashes by,
like the most brilliant pen,
carving staccatos into the endless loop of night.

“Hey there… buddy!”

The story unfolds beneath the dome.
The future lies where the stars fall.

THEY cast THEIR gaze into the coffin of memory.
This is the moment you first meet your companion.

“Travel, like. With you, together?”

Oronoyx gives you your new name,
but your quick-witted partner prefers teasing you with nicknames.

They walk beside you on this journey.
The Chrysos Heirs and Titans,
the Flame-Chase Journey and Deliverance:

this is the adventure you've been waiting to find.

You find Strife's weakness,
seal the black-robed swordsman in the ruins of a past life,
and soar again with the heroes to the sky.

“Justice has a partner, and it's me!”

You, too, tread in the Grove, gurgling…
Almost drowning.

“Just erase this from your mind quickly.”

The Chrysos Heirs of the Flame-Chase
somehow feel familiar,
as though their tales have already been told to you.

Swallows soar through the open skies,
and a butterfly dances across the blooming land.
A lone lion watches over the perilous cliffs,
as the rainbow mends the torn sky…

By the story's end,
the dark clouds consume every trace of light.

All shall bid farewell to once,
and that person alone will witness the miracle…

Hatred flares from the heart of the blazing sun,
and the world falls apart, carried off by the chaos of time.

And thought only ripples of past reverie remain,
they still sing brave poems alongside it.