A strong breeze blows across the colorless flower field…-.
Lyon, along with Akito and Julius, have come to the withered remains of Calavina’s flower field in order to make preparations for the Dawn Festival, an event used to symbolize the reconstruction of the Dream World.
Akito: “It seems that all of the flowers that once grew in Calavina have all withered…”
Julius: “…yeah. There’s not a single one left.”
Their voices were heavy amidst the rustling of the dry, withered flowers.
Lyon: “But… this field is pretty vast. It might be hard to search, but there might be some seeds left! If we can find them, I want to gather them up so we can make this place bloom again.”
Akito nodded with a gentle expression in the face of Lyon’s tender wish.
In the other direction, Julius continued to look around at the faded landscape…
Akito: “Julius, is something the matter?”
Julius quietly closed his eyes, not even looking up at Akito’s anxious inquiry.
Julius: “…seeing this, I can’t help but think of another scene.”
Once, Julius’ home country of Bloomeria had been at war with a foreign nation…-.
Just like Calavina, that country had once been full of vibrant greenery but had lost it, and Akito and Lyon had held the Repose of Souls Ceremony for it.
Akito: “We cannot bring back the ones who have died, nor can we return these flowers to what they once were. However… we were at the very least able to offer a prayer to ease the souls of the deceased. And I am sure that life can sprout once again from the seeds that have been left behind.”
There was no comfort in Akito’s dignified words, just the hope to look straight ahead into the future.
Julius looked up to the sky as the strong winds whipped through his hair.
Julius: “There are things we can do here so that those sorrowful things don’t repeat themselves. That is… the best thing we can do now.”
Those words of loss echoed, sucked up into the vast sky.
Lyon: “Yeah. I’m positive that with all these flowers here… that this place was loved by many people once. Let’s say a prayer, so that beloved life can bud again.”
Lyon gently picked up some of the withered and faded flowers and held them to his chest.
Julius: “Yeah… let’s do what we can so this country can move forward.”
The three offered their prayer, both for the flower field and for the souls of the deceased, and it sank deep into the desolate earth.
END