nono existen dead
The world is full of colour, hopes and dreams. Everyone has a dream, some of them comes true and the rest burns to ashes.
But as long as you have hope, your dreams will never die out. My brother wishes to see beyond the barrier of our existence.
We all knew we didn’t belong here and the land that we lived in belonged to the spirits. And all he wanted was to find our home.
Find a place where we would be accepted. I know if there's still hope in his dream, hope for humanity to find a new home. And as long as we hold on to it, it will never turn to ashes.