It Was the Omen of a Legend.

This summer, I lost my mother, the only family I ever had—

—To see my father’s house, left to me by inheritance, I boarded a train that travels down a long road—

I saw an incredibly mysterious dream

Of crimson memories I can’t recall

The swarming flights of blue light butterflies

And… of that nostalgic person with sad eyes

That place that is also the town of my birth, Hemidzuka

In that place, I meet with someone… and I part with someone

The past, and the present, dreams and reality, my memories, and my blood

Two threads of connection entwine together, overlap, and weave into a tapestry—

The circle of fate begins to turn