Synopsis
Even if it's just a dream—worn thin, wrinkled at the edges, dissolving bit by bit…
I refused to let go.
Across every cycle of the same day, chasing toward what comes next.
I turned myself into a knight, steady and burning with purpose.
Even if it's just a dream—worn thin, wrinkled at the edges, dissolving bit by bit…
I refused to let go.
Across every cycle of the same day, chasing toward what comes next.
I turned myself into a knight, steady and burning with purpose.
