Time flows on, things change, and people are no longer the same. Looking at the lifeless hands, touching the no longer beating heart in the chest… the solitary figure, spanning millennia, remains silent. Finally, a faint sigh rises in the morning breeze. The mad demon has vanished, leaving only the traveler known as the Doll. Silver hair, silver eyes, clad in black, the world sings the song of the nameless. From where does it begin, and where does it end, it wanders through mountains and rivers, traversing the seasons and snows… Traveler, why do you not stop your journey? Beneath the hood, a slight purse at the corner of the mouth, touching its silent chest, the Doll… does not answer.