I walked on the Star Dome Railway,
and heard the wind blowing from afar, with cold whispers.
The shadows of version 3.0 overlapped on the track,
Aglaya and the Great Black Tower, the two names are like the firelight on the wasteland,
weak, but not to be ignored.
Aglaya, the daughter of ice, came from the eternal Omphalos,
the ghosts she summoned, walked alone on the battlefield,
silently telling the forgotten past,
they cannot be healed, but still struggle in time,
like the pain in memory that refuses to disappear.
The Great Black Tower, the ice wise man wearing a witch’s hat,
her mark is like a spark in the dark night, lighting up the coldness,
the explosion shattered in silence, tearing the enemy’s defense line,
that is the power of knowledge and the light of loneliness.
Memory, this new destiny, is like a river, flowing slowly through our hearts, taking away something and leaving something behind, allowing us to see our own shadows, secrets hidden deep in the stars. On this Star Dome Railway, we are both travelers and watchers, looking at the future with cold eyes, and stepping on the riverbed of memory with firm steps. In the sound of Treabar charging, we are waiting for the arrival of new characters, waiting for the symphony of ice and fire, and the Star Dome Railway continues to extend between darkness and light.