There once was a dying soldier on the battlefield,
who wished to bid farewell to his lover in a distant city, far away.

The child leaned toward the soldier
and said nary a word
as she listened to his final words of comfort.

As for the other two children, they were in the city,
beside a bed upon which a woman was lying in eternal rest,
wailing uncontrollably.

Not only do the three children share each other's senses,
their souls are also interconnected.
When one is filled with grief,
the other two will burst into tears as well.

“Perhaps we should tell you some happy tales instead!”
The child wipes away her tears of reminiscence,

“Our greatest talent is performing Amphoreus' nursery rhymes!”

But those nursery rhymes,
have been told over and over…
that any literate child could recite them by heart.

“How rude!”
The child gently flicks my forehead.

“You should be reflecting on the nursery rhyme author's heartfelt intentions instead!”

In this lush land by gods chosen…
Giants raise their glasses in a toast…

People commonly see the children
riding on enormous flaming rockets,
looking like shooting stars blazing through the holy city.

“How dangerous…”
An old man worriedly wishes the children to stop.

“Not Trinnon.”
The quiet child shakes her head.

“That's Trianne!”
The exuberant child raises her hands.

“Ahh! Stop nagging!”
The mischievous child pouts.

“Can't I just play with something that I've created?”

Every child in the world loves to play,
and Tribios is no exception.

Every child in the world is afraid of pain,
yet Tribios tries to act tough.

“Initially, there were many more of us.”
“The others have merely… gone one step ahead.”

The children swore they were already adults,
yet when they carelessly hit the city gate,
they cried out in pain together.

The tripartite prophecy
is but a distant ritual,

and the Chrysos War
a painful dream.

Echos from the Gate of Infinity
occasionally jolt her awake,

and the distant travels of her identical sisters
sometimes inspire uncertainty within her.

A new journey only begins when the previous one comes to an end.
Despite time marching forward endlessly,
the children always manage to stay true to their hearts.

They are all that remains of one another.
Their senses intertwined, their souls in communion.