The gentle swirls of the wind, the glimmering rays of moonlight dancing across the grassy plains... For a fleeting moment, she steps out of the confines of her mansion and dances to the tune of nature's melody. The grace in her delicate, rhythmic motions is akin to the dance of a woodland sprite.

In an abandoned ruin within the wilderness, the young Eula was not a flickering candlelight but the brightest figure. She hopes this moment could last, not wanting anyone to find out of fear.