Once again, a young girl has decorated your hair with a wreath of the most beautiful flowers from the neighborhood.

Again this year the villagers have tried to prepare the best sacrifice ceremony for you. They have prepared the best food and entertainment. They gathered the best musicians in the village. The children danced and sang folk songs to praise your greatness and the beauty of spring, which everyone in the village adored.

But Vernalis, who was to be sacrificed, was not happy about it. He was too scared and anxious about the event.

He does not want this fate for himself, but he has no choice. It's either him or the locals.

Tears streamed down his beautiful face from under his traditional headband, which was made of the finest materials and decorated with flowers. His clothes were in keeping with tradition, but his body was trembling uncontrollably, and no amount of fabric could hide it.

"I don't want this..."

Vernalis's voice was quiet, too shaky. His future had been taken away.

Or perhaps not?