Amid the Elysian Fields, a gentle breeze caresses emerald meadows. Persephone rests here, embraced by beauty's solitude. Yet, in this heaven, the goddess carries a silent burden, the warmth of the wind unable to dispel the shadows lingering in her heart... She touches the grass and looks at the bright sky... She can never get used to the fact that she is stuck in the underworld. A tear falls down her cheek as the goddess weeps, as she mutters to herself: Ugh, how my heart aches for the sunlit world above... To feel its warmth upon my skin, to dance among the flowers once more. Yet here I remain, trapped in the shadows of the underworld, longing for the embrace of the surface world.