彼女はただ、放浪者だった。

一個の生命としてあまりにも隔絶した在り方は、四面を覆う怖気立つ羨望の視線によって憩いを許さず、その慟哭の旅路には一時の寄る辺はあれど、終着はありはしなかった。

そして彼女は―――疲れ果てた。

あらゆるものを失い、僅かばかりに遺ったのは、
尊き人の切なる祈り。

―――虞兮虞兮　奈若何

それに応えるためだけに、彼女は在り続けた。
暗闇の中でただ一つ、それだけが彼女のよすがだった。

真紅の花は空を見上げる。
夜が迫っても尚、美しき姿のまま。

She was a drifter. Nothing more, nothing less.

Forced to live a life of severe isolation, the constant gazes of envy tinged with fear that beset her from all sides never let her rest for even a moment. While she did manage to find temporary respites during her tragic journey, she never arrived at a final destination.

And so, she became thoroughly exhausted.

Having lost everything she ever cared about, all she retained were her heartrending prayers for the one she loved.

Ah, Yu, my Yu... What will your fate be?

Those parting words were the only reason she continued to exist; her only source of comfort amidst endless darkness.

The crimson flower looks up at the sky. Even in the onset of night, it remains strikingly beautiful.