The Witch Queen and her stalwart knight stand in a garden of perfect, fragile peace, having slain the Dragon.
For a fleeting moment, humanity flourishes, the air is sweet, and the tragedies of the past are but fading nightmares.
And yet, beneath the soil of this utopia, the gears of the cycle continue to grind, indifferent to the happiness of puppets.
The dream is beautiful, but it is still a dream, and as the sun sets on the perfect world, the curtains roll back.
...and the wheel turns, mourning what it must reset.