The deep darkness envelops the sky.
On the earth, a miasma swirls.
The souls drift like rootless aquatic plants between heaven and earth.
This is the final resting place of deceased souls—the Netherworld Realm.
A realm existing in the vast universe, where only souls survive.
The Netherworld Realm is a world devoid of life, where not only sunlight but even stars and the moon are unseen.
Besides the eerie, damp, dark peaks, there are no flowers, trees, birds, or beasts to be seen here; one could say this place belongs to death.
Spring never comes to the Netherworld Realm.
The souls wandering the world emit cries of sorrow for they cannot find the way home or see their loved ones anymore.
The Netherworld Realm is never short of the cries of souls.
At this moment, on a peak within the Netherworld Realm, stands a silhouette of a soul.
This is a woman's soul.
A beautiful woman's soul, even though her soul is merely a faint silhouette.
