"She can't hear or see us. But she knows that one day, someone will come back here and unearth those long-buried Remembrance," Trinnon said.
"Who exactly offered help back then is now lost to time. But that kindness remains etched in our hearts, inspiring 'us' to move forward—to stay true to our original aspirations, Years has crafted this Remembrance into a special letter."
"It was written by the ' Tribios ' of the past and sent to her future self."
"In this Remembrance, it is the future Tribios overcomes all obstacles for her, sending her on a long journey... to the tomorrow where 'we' reside."
"Yes... you will remember, and then you will make up your mind to help yourself return to the very door you started with."
After speaking, Tribios turned around, her red hair exploding into a ball of fire behind her, and her white clothes billowing like white sails breaking through the waves.
Each step she took left ripples in the water, splashing up tiny glimmers of light.
"From here, I will embark on a long journey."
"From here on, you have traversed a long journey home."
"The prophecy of fate revealed this to Tribios: 'You will shatter into a thousand pieces, withering in foreign soil.'"
"So, if you feel lost, come back here. I left my initial aspirations here, waiting for you—myself—to pick them up again."
"Don't worry. Although 'we' have long been accustomed to loss, Tribios will never forget her resolve and vows."
Trinnon nodded, watching her departing figure. "None of us have forgotten."
" The Flame-Chase is a journey of constant loss, and in all of it, life is insignificant."
"The blood of the lamb will not be shed in vain, just as it has for my mother and me."
Tribios strode forward resolutely. "The libation poured will be repaid, just as my right hand, gripping the blade, is not a mere formality."
"Having traversed the myriad Passage of Janus, 'we' will surely—"
Their words gradually overlapped. "Riding the west wind, spreading our wings and sailing far away."
"This... is your answer."
"That's right. In the name of the Three Fates..." Tribios's voice was soft, yet it was like tempered iron striking a crisp sound in the wind.
That's my answer, and I have no regrets.
"Now, whether the gods are pleased or not... I will now turn towards the suffering of humankind."
"If I could truly break through the darkest point in the world..."
Let us reunite at the End of the West Wind.
The Evernight, 3760th year of the Guangli calendar
Tribios, the " Saintess of Janusapolis," took on the Core Flame to quell the chaos in the world and became a demigod of Janus.
She passed through the " Gate of Myriad Paths," splitting into a thousand messengers who delivered the Prophecy of Creation to the land of Amphoreus.
After a century of arduous journey... in the Freedom Month of the year 3780, humanity's Journey of Flame-Chase officially begins.
The scene shifts to a century-long arduous journey, a moment in the life of Tribios after numerous losses.
In the familiar Janusapolis, ' Ye Yan ' stood behind Tribios, his gaze calmly fixed on her.
" Tribios, do you still believe... that everything will be alright by tomorrow?" He asked.
"You know perfectly well... 'See you tomorrow' is just a white lie."
People don't want your strength to be just a forced smile masking your loneliness.
Tribios shook her head. "No, that's not a lie."
"'See you tomorrow'... is the greatest prophecy in the world," she said with a smile.
Ye Yan looked at her with interest, "A prophecy...?"
Listen: On this land, at every moment, in every corner, there are people waiting for this prophecy to be fulfilled.
"Those who bring tomorrow to the new world may only be a few heroes. But the prophecy that leads everyone toward tomorrow belongs to every one of Amphoreus."
"But not everyone has the chance to make it to tomorrow. How can such words be called prophecy?"
"Because people believe it will happen. People try to believe it will happen."
Tribios said hopefully, "Even though the world is already teetering on the brink of collapse, everyone is still doing their best to go further and move towards tomorrow."
"And it is precisely for this reason that Saintess appears to guide people through their confusion, showing them where tomorrow lies—and that is why Janusapolis's prophecy is presented in the form of a ' Passage '."
"Fate" is not the result, but the process. It is not a flower that grows at the end of the road...
"Instead, after crossing the gate, people tread their own paths toward the sea of flowers."
Years later, Tribios still couldn't see Ye Yan's appearance clearly, only thinking it was a long-standing obsession of the Titan.
"So... if there's anything you can't figure out, just leave it for tomorrow."
There has never been any difference between "demigods" and "humans." The troubles each person faces can only be solved by their future self.
"Thinking through the long night, waiting for dawn in our thoughts, and then taking our first steps when dawn breaks... Those of us who stop will be left behind in the darkness, but those of us who move forward will not feel fear."
"Because Tribios has traveled this path, spreading prophecies..."
"Calling for the rising sun... and the tomorrow that will eventually come."
Consciousness was like being immersed in lukewarm mead. Tribios's vision suddenly began to go out of focus, with only that dazzling red, like the embers of a burnt-out fire, clear and almost blinding in her field of vision.
She seemed to see a scene from the future: a red-haired little girl kneeling on a plush floor, the hem of her skirt embroidered with the same white flowers as those in her hair.
The girl clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her gaze lowered, fixed on the wicker flower basket at her feet—filled with clusters of indigo and pale yellow flowers, with a rag doll curled up in the center, just like herself.
The wind swept past, carrying white petals, and the girl's hair trembled slightly. Her voice was very soft:
"Now, we will continue our journey and face our destiny."
Before the words were finished, the image shook again, and the shadows of the flowers in the basket became even deeper.
"We will cross the ruins of the gods and wander among mortals. In this way, we will dispel the dark fog of Amphoreus."
In a daze, Tribios found herself in a sea of flowers, her adult self holding little Tribbie's hand as they strolled through the blossoms.
Little Tribbie's voice was soft. "And finally, everyone will reach that silvery-white shallows, the end of the journey, a brand new world and tomorrow."
There is no wind, snow, bitter cold, or sudden rain there; no one will be affected by sorrow.
Tribios bent down, her fingertips brushing against the soft, downy hair at the top of her head. "We made a promise to meet again at the End of the West Wind."
"Okay, see you tomorrow!"