Flowers Bloom and Fade

The Chaos War had at least revealed one thing: the fleeting nature of life.
The impact of this war on the planet had been unprecedented.

For the use of magic consumed the planet’s life source, known as Aether…

And magic, while it could create things and improve living conditions, could also be used for far less noble purposes, such as destructive weapons…

Countless Espers had perished during this war, which had been the most devastating to date.

For indeed, the magics of the five elements had all evolved over the years and had become increasingly effective and deadly.

But the survivors, many of whom had no connection to the greedy and hateful desires of those responsible for the conflict, came to understand that the changes of the world can sometimes happen far more quickly than they appear.

Sometimes, believing that we have our whole lives ahead of us, we let ourselves drift and lose sight of the things that truly matter. But like the flowers that bloom and fade from spring to autumn, is it not important to guide our lives so that they hold meaning during the few years we have to spend on our planet?

Want to share?


Comments

Leave a Reply


Our latest tales

  • The Shape of Time : Shala

    The Shape of Time : Shala

    When the whole universe was created, Shala was there—and she will remain until the End of Time. She is the most ancient and wise of the Seven Shapes, but she has no way to interact directly with the world, for she is the Present Time. Whenever people think about time, Shala, the Shape of Time,…

    Read more

  • One Daily Tale

    One Daily Tale

    For every child — and every heart — who dreams of a brighter tomorrow. Once upon a time, in a quiet village where the clouds danced like soft whispers in the sky, there lived a shy and gentle girl named Guruko. Every morning, while the world was still wrapped in early light, Guruko would sit…

    Read more

  • The Spark Inside You

    The Spark Inside You

    In a little town where the stars shone brightly, lived a curious boy named Simba. He loved asking questions. But the one that puzzled him most was: “What makes me… me?” One evening, as he lay in bed, his mind buzzing with thoughts, a tiny glow appeared beside him. It was shaped like a spark,…

    Read more