Evernight

In the Memory Zone secluded from the world, candlelight reflects the past, silently extinguishing in the mist.

Evernight, child of Remembrance emerging from those shadows, the Chrysos Heir who conceals the Coreflame of "Time," raises the waves of "Oblivion" to protect the wishes of those in the mirror

"Don't worry, I will guard the path of Trailblaze for you... at any cost. ♭"

"Dear March 7th,

Meeting you is like seeing the first light of dawn, filling me with anticipation.

Perhaps I was too eager, appearing before you like this, but thankfully the pheromones made you dismiss it as just an illusion.

The last time we were this close was when you tried to explore the past. Compared to then, you seem to have grown a bit more.

You and your companions—Trailblazer, Dan Heng, Himeko, Welt, and that knightly friend—fought together as one... Even I had to put in a bit of effort against such a formidable opponent ♭

Memory is such a wondrous thing... Before you knew it, your journey had already come this far.

I still remember countless greedy eyes glinting behind the starlit trails, peering at this body, coveting this secret.

Even though I could tear through the hunters' web, the prismatic light of the Garden always chased behind me... Any rain or tears would evaporate into a vacuum against that luminescence.

But where can I escape from "the past"... escape from "myself"?

Is it in those emotionless specimens, in the elusive Beauty?

Is it in The Hunt that forever prowls, yet never finds its way home?

Or in Destruction, where blood and tears intertwine, despised by all?

Until a blinding beam of light shot in from afar, making my vision nearly white with overexposure.

But that moment truly inspired me.

You need a blank "starting point." So I closed my eyes.

Now I can finally tell you. It was the light from the Express. Like a shooting star.

<align="right">Yours truly,

'Evernight' ♭"</align>

<align="right">— A voice deep within</align>

"Dear March 7th,

March, the curtain has fallen on the evernight. Rest easy now.

I will track the paths of those you care about.

When you wake up one day, you'll know which ones were worth remembering, and which ones should fade into oblivion.

The shattered girl of a thousand forms could only safely take the journey with your help.

Even so, a similar destiny awaited them: They proclaimed the prophecy of the Flame-Chase to the world, yet most of them withered away in the strife of blood and fire.

The Gladius with its beautiful song, together with the flamecrowned Imperator, raised the curtain on the god-slaying act.

Yet those victory celebrations and mutual salvations dispersed like bubbles dancing in the air under the trampling of the gods.

If all these years were compiled into a journal of the Flame-Chase Journey, it would surely be adorned with futile words and withered flowers.

But I believe that if you saw it too, you would also bet your life to keep Trailblazing forever for your companions, encountering the unknown frontier countless times.

Just like when you called out to me for help back then, right?

I will use the power of the Remembrance to pacify those sorrowful years.

I will also protect your companions who have yet to arrive, shielding them from the harm of the Memosnatchers.

You've always held unwavering trust in your heart. You trust that your companions would join forces with heroes to rewrite this futile and sorrowful ending.

You trust that the Trailblaze would bring change to every world they've set foot in.

Good night, March.

When you wake up, I hope to give you... a 'future' painted with a beautiful ending. ♭

<align="right">Yours truly,

'Evernight' ♭"</align>

<align="right">— A voice deep within</align>

"Dear March 7th,

The night feels so long... Is it because I can't hear your voice?

I'm grateful for your slumber, for it spares you from witnessing the midnight of Amphoreus. These ruins where you first arrived, buried deep with the most ruthless essence of Oblivion.

Endless nightmares surge forth from here, devouring the cosmos... You won't like it.

Just like my past confusion... when trapped by the Remembrance, no new "future" can ever be born.

For thirty million lives, that girl futilely gathered the memories, praying to the deity with authority over the Remembrance beyond the sky.

But those scarred memories, those ripples of memories disguised as "heroic tales," are all just fuel for Destruction... Will they ever amount to anything at all?

But strangely enough, that girl's every move and the stories she tells sometimes remind me of you. You, too, after every journey, would vividly recount your adventure stories and imagine wonderful futures.

You used to say that one day, you'd light the path ahead for everyone with your camera flash.

You once said you'd definitely protect the Express Crew with your "Starshatter: Shard Supreme."

You also said you'd become mature, elegant, and strong, leading everyone forward.

Your wild imagination... every stroke and line is etched into my dormancy.

So... if it were you, how would you embellish a story of an unreachable future?

I have pondered how to keep that girl's "story" from wandering in the endless cycle of years, too... You would naturally do the same, wouldn't you?

But when I peered through the cracks of time to see the beginning and end of this world's memories... I knew that hypocritical sky father had already turned THEIR back on the Amphoreus, setting THEIR gaze toward the Destruction. And THEIR maniacal followers will chase after the afterglow of memories to find you once again...

Even your companions, striders of the Trailblaze — their arrival merely delays the gestation of Destruction—

Our only way out, a thorough "Rain of Sensation," will cleanse all traces of futile agony here. Your companions need only fall into slumber to gain the chance for a new departure.

This "rain" won't last forever. It will wash away all painful memories. Perhaps "Oblivion" is the only exit.

Then, in this journal called Amphoreus, I can finally paste the future you've been yearning for.

Keep your eyes closed, March.

I'll take care of the cruel part ♭

<align="right">Yours truly,

'Evernight' ♭"</align>

<align="right">— A voice deep within</align>

"Dear March 7th,

Dawn is breaking.

I'm grateful that I saw that glimmer of light again in the moment closest to the darkness.

They were once the fleeting glimmers of light while I was in my long slumber.

I've dreamed of them in Penacony's surreal memory, marveled at them in the Scalegorge Waterscape, and even the icy storms of Jarilo-VI could not take away their warmth.

Even now, even though I'm about to sink into the familiar night, I can still feel the gaze behind me.

They're waiting for "you."

<s>Maybe I shouldn't have pretended to be convinced by you. Saying I wasn't worried would be a lie. Can you really stand against the tides of the Destruction? Can you take care of yourself? Can they protect you? What will you become? Do you have a different answer? Will you regret it?</s>

<s>Will I regret it?</s>

<s>Will I regret it?</s>

<s>Will I regret it?</s>

You've already laid bare every memory before me, holding nothing back. I know that what you call the Trailblaze is a journey that carries the past, connects the present, and sails forward with courage. It is not a mirage built on a blank page.

I don't know if you'll succeed. But maybe, no matter the end, the only one I can choose now is who you are at this very moment. And the only one I can look toward is the you in the days ahead.

I've also wondered what I should leave for you if I leave you one day?

<s>Strength. Denial. Identity. Admonition. Habits. Blessing.</s>

But this has always been your life, and the best gift I can leave you... is a blank canvas for you to paint on your own.

Like the name 'March 7th.' It's unique, yet so fitting.

More importantly, it belongs only to you.

Go forth, March.

Let this unexpected encounter be like a gentle rain that nourishes you.

Paint your blank future with colors that are uniquely yours ♭

<align="right">Yours truly,

'Evernight' ♭"</align>

<align="right">— A voice deep within</align>