The subtle melancholy permeates his heart wandering in his own lucid dreams, Arion found himself perching on a tree branch, looking below the tranquil river water flows deep within the forest.
A sadness in which he couldn't fathom nor experience, isolated in his high-technology laboratory where everything his eyes can reach is but the echo of mother nature, extending beyond the truest peace and harmony he longed for.
His form remains that of mixed in alloys and metals, forged through the flames of the furnace cast artistically, a slight reminder he was once had his body complete in flesh.
Waiting for one's arrival, Arion knew the Goddess herself staged the very dreams he was having. And therefore before he wakes up in such a beautiful fantasy, he dropped himself on the ground and just b
