Cang Yue's illusion seals the false god's grace, simply because she despises the decay of life, unconcerned for the daylight's crown. With a wave of her hand, she restored a rundown temple, she's traversed the world, did you catch the fleeting light in her eyes?

She is as brilliant as the sun, planting her banner at the abyss, to illuminate the endless dark sky. She is the wind in the Duat, echoing through the sky. She separates the world of the living from the dead. She is the vanguard of the gods, what awaits heroic souls, and the god that awaits the eternal night.

Morning dew by daylight, stars by night, wading in the river during springtime, caresing blossoms by fall. Deep in the mountains in an unknown temple, a girl plays her flute alone in the rain, waiting for the sunrise. She clutches the remaining fragments, with only the sky and the four seasons for an accompaniment. Even though she grows more distant, even if the world does not answer her, she continues praying devoutly for the person she misses. The rain fades away to the sound of her flute, and the bells sound at dawn's first light. After the sun returns, it will be the season of blooming flowers once more.

Drifting through dreams, crisp snow and blossoms. A sigh carries the fragments to a snow-covered church. Here, the saints offer their prayers-- even if the gods are ever-silent, it's fine if you just listen. When those lost loves and flowering seedlings bloom once more, she will return, awaiting the sworn one's arrival.

Innocent white, stained with dark nightmares, a wild beast locked in a cruel cage. No opponent has seen her true appearance, because victory and defeat are assured at the sound of the whistle. When the white and violet beast is released, you must remember not to blink.