A story of a garden and its gardeners.
There are quite a few errors occurring; I will try to fix them quickly.

Just as there is a beginning, there is an end; Duality is inevitable in this universe.
It feels empty, yet fulfilling—
Clumsy and ambiguous.
Isn't that what life is?
花開花落 :Flowers bloom and fall.
O beautiful ones grown within the laws of nature. Please do not lose sight of your own value.
In the garden that is you, where blooming and falling continue endlessly,
If you can learn to love yourselves—
I will gladly become your gardener.

花開花落 Hwa-gae-hwa-rak :Flowers bloom and flowers fall
Narrated from Azure's perspective
We have always been shunned.
I met that child when I was about thirteen, in that village.
A village deep in the forest that worshipped a god called Spawn.
That was where the starting point of our connection was drawn.
A child without a name.
I gave that child the nickname Twotime.
But as time went on, that child's obsession with the religion grew deeper.
TWOTIME
"Monster, monster! Get lost! Die!"
A black-haired child huddles against a dusty brick wall. Other children laugh loudly, not caring whether the child hears them or not.
"Cursed monster."
The hand sketching lines with a pencil on a blank white sheet of paper stopped.
Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.21