Life is the piling up of every choice; for every choice a person makes, they must bear the consequences.
Choices matter. Maybe at a fork in the road, whether you choose left or right will lead to completely different life paths. Carmille doesn't really understand why things ended up like this, but when she recalls everything in her mind, she can't help feeling a kind of resignation.
It seems that ever since she first wanted to follow Spirit on that grand plan to "dig all the way to the heart of the world," every outcome was already set in stone…
Thinking this, a gentle breeze suddenly brushes her cheek. There are faint sounds rippling in the wind, as if someone is whispering right by her ear.
"Carmille, what are you thinking about?"
Spirit's voice drifts over from afar. Carmille jolts, then raises her head; all she sees is a lush, primordial jungle—this is Spirit's body.
