Your gazes sweep across the entire Valley, the wounds of the land lay bare for you to see.

Wherever I look, I see nothing but these horrifying wounds...

Gilberta?

This land has been torn apart. People have lost their loved ones, their friends, and even their dreams... Their hearts, too, have been torn into pieces.

This world has always been so delicate and fragile. It's like a fine, downy feather ... and also like a polluted orb of glass...

I'm alright, Endmin.

I was just thinking ... if we fail to value what we have, those sweet moments might slip right through our fingers.