Description

The town of Tsukigasaki has entered its third year of winter.

Showing the seasons no mind, the snow only continues to fall.
Gently, swaying in the air, as it descends downwards.
That snow, which never had reached the ground, now does.
The cityscape, once bleak, is now a blanket of glistening white.

Just as no single snowflake is identical to another,
each and every set of footprints on this snow-laden path are different from one another.

No path can ever be retraced, for by the time you've looked to your back, those footprints will but all have melted away.
As though a beckoning light, signalling that the road we know of as time is one that goes only forward.

Yet, even from the base of Yggdrasil each branch is visible,
so maybe too, it might be possible to pave new roads, new realities.
Countless snow-laden paths lay stretched out before both human and faerie alike, and among those many happy endings they must choose one which they truly desire.

Now, let us journey forth, in search of those white crystals that bear testament to eternity––––