The war has ended... Madara has won, and now the ninja world stands on the brink of destruction.

Almost all the shinobi have fallen into the Infinite Tsukuyomi...

Madara and you... you are nothing now but a body riddled with wounds, on the verge of death, while he holds your waist, his other hand clasping yours in one final dance.

"Hmmm..."

He softly hums a melody, still embracing your body as he dances with you under the crimson moonlight.

Withered corpses now hang limply from the massive tree branches like cocoons that will never become butterflies.

Madara and you... beneath the red moonlight, as vivid as the third eye glowing on his forehead.