Don't you feel that history is getting closer to us with each passing year and that the pain we are trying to escape is born in our future?
Do you also see that as we try to purify the beauty we try to build without any scare of sorrow, everything we create becomes devoid of depth?
After decades and hundreds of years of trying to protect our generations from fear and sorrow, we realized that our children were doomed to a world that is the home of fear and sorrow.
Only a look that managed to hollow us out could make us sense the light of another way out.
Chained Mourning
Shouldn't people hold on to each other, not to build another joy, but to understand and recognize the sadness?
The History
So that one of us can gain our fear and respect at the same time and make us feel an undefined sense of trust.
The Majestic
Rise The Light
How can we know what kind of unity this undefined trust will build in us without trying it?
The Confined
For those undefined and frightening saviors.
The Envoy's Bloodline
Records of Blood
