In the age of myth, the daughter of the Flame Emperor fell into the boundless sea.

Her soul rose again — a bird of fire and sorrow.

From the mountains she carried stones and twigs, casting them into the roaring waves.

Each flight defied the storm.
Each drop of water met her vow.

Her wings sang of defiance, her heart of eternity.

And the sea still remembers her name.

The world was torn apart, and chaos was born.

From the ruins came balance, from destruction, new life.

Nature remembered his power — and it still trembles.