Through a ravine flooded with green fog. Over a bridge that is longer than the highest mountain. Where there is no hope, no matter how much he needs it.

But there is a possibility. And he uses it, combining the power of longing and loneliness into a weapon with which he makes his way. It is impossible to curb chaos. You can only use it.

And he won. He won along with longing and loneliness. Because the one who has known them is no longer afraid of anything and everything is possible.