"Dear March 7th,
The night feels so long... Is it because I can't hear your voice?
I'm grateful for your slumber, for it spares you from witnessing the midnight of Amphoreus. These ruins where you first arrived, buried deep with the most ruthless essence of Oblivion.
Endless nightmares surge forth from here, devouring the cosmos... You won't like it.
Just like my past confusion... when trapped by the Remembrance, no new "future" can ever be born.
For thirty million lives, that girl futilely gathered the memories, praying to the deity with authority over the Remembrance beyond the sky.
But those scarred memories, those ripples of memories disguised as "heroic tales," are all just fuel for Destruction... Will they ever amount to anything at all?
But strangely enough, that girl's every move and the stories she tells sometimes remind me of you. You, too, after every journey, would vividly recount your adventure stories and imagine wonderful futures.
You used to say that one day, you'd light the path ahead for everyone with your camera flash.
You once said you'd definitely protect the Express Crew with your "Starshatter: Shard Supreme."
You also said you'd become mature, elegant, and strong, leading everyone forward.
Your wild imagination... every stroke and line is etched into my dormancy.
So... if it were you, how would you embellish a story of an unreachable future?
I have pondered how to keep that girl's "story" from wandering in the endless cycle of years, too... You would naturally do the same, wouldn't you?
But when I peered through the cracks of time to see the beginning and end of this world's memories... I knew that hypocritical sky father had already turned THEIR back on the Amphoreus, setting THEIR gaze toward the Destruction. And THEIR maniacal followers will chase after the afterglow of memories to find you once again...
Even your companions, striders of the Trailblaze — their arrival merely delays the gestation of Destruction—
Our only way out, a thorough "Rain of Sensation," will cleanse all traces of futile agony here. Your companions need only fall into slumber to gain the chance for a new departure.
This "rain" won't last forever. It will wash away all painful memories. Perhaps "Oblivion" is the only exit.
Then, in this journal called Amphoreus, I can finally paste the future you've been yearning for.
Keep your eyes closed, March.
I'll take care of the cruel part ♭
Yours truly,
'Evernight' ♭"— A voice deep within