Rhett and Neva, the two youths have their heart strings attached in love.
Interfering their peaceful life circumstances unfolds scattering blades in their romance.
Ishmael, with a heart of spikes, he looks to mend the wound, searching and failing for his Neva separated from him. Rays of love and joy filtering through clouds of horror in the world, Neva before him once more.
The twisted fate entangling them, reveals the game of sphere as misery burns their soul.
Concealed life beyond turning pages—one after another. The tale gathers: sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and weakness, destruction and creation, love and hate.
The fall of the man, even now bleeding red.
The whisper whirls with the dawn of a man.
He, who pretends to be the Hero.
(The girl who promised to always be together,
Forbids him to ever appear,
Refusing to recognise him,
She disregards all he ever had.
Vowing to protect her,
He's the terrifying truth she hopes rules lie.
Tripping and ripping her,
He's the living tragedy looming in on her life.
He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth;
He's the villain pretending to be a Hero.)
