The chains that bound both arms tightly. During that time when a thirst and pain seemed to squeeze the heart. Gasping for breath in shallow breaths. “It’s like a living sacrifice,” Her gaze met eyes resembling a brilliant dawn. A man with a face and voice as if created by God approached and spoke. “It’s clearly a violation of imperial law.” The crimson moon eyes that seemed poised to devour her. A distorted moonlight. That gaze was etched like a scar into her. So much so, to an unforgettable degree. However, ever since she met that man, someone keeps appearing in her dreams. A strangely tender and longed-for figure. * * * A single blue butterfly, scattering light like a fantasy, whispered a tale from the distant memories. ‘Do you know, Ren? They say a person who sacrifices themselves for the world is called a hero.’ A voice as familiar as it was strange, resembling the depths of the night sea. ‘But wouldn’t it be better to sacrifice the world itself, than sacrifice yourself for the sake of this insignificant world?’ The person who kissed her gently and cautiously with eyes full of sorrow, Radiating like the sun, the one who made her give her all. As ephemeral and beautiful as a midsummer night’s dream… The intense, passionate, and sparkling moment vividly came to mind.