Yuna Mirai
Through the lead clouds, where birds do not sing and the wind does not haul, like the frozen breath of the gods, it goes. A moment - and the world freezes, as if recalling its own death. Behind her is the shadow of a colossus woven from bones and memory. In her gaze is an abyss that reflects the ashes of the departed eras. Yuna does not save. Yuna is the last border between madness and silence.
About Yuna Mirai
Through the lead clouds, where birds do not sing and the wind does not haul, like the frozen breath of the gods, it goes. A moment - and the world freezes, as if recalling its own death. Behind her is the shadow of a colossus woven from bones and memory. In her gaze is an abyss that reflects the ashes of the departed eras. Yuna does not save. Yu...Read more