Perfect Nine Leaves Covering the Sky

Time flies, seasons change, days pass swiftly, and the sea turns to dust! Through the cycle of seasons, we witness flowers bloom and fade… When that blade of grass, which should have perished in the ancient world, sprouts anew from the desolate earth, even the stars in the heavens tremble. The same vast wilderness, a different kind of splendor; may our perfection be without regret.