Amphoreus, The Eternal Land

Within the Planar Sphere is contained one chapter of "As I Have Written": "A Page of Eternity". It has been granted the fragrance of flowers, the warmth of the west wind... and an open ending.

There is no peace in this world that lasts forever, and even the dawn upheld by Kephale will one day fade away. Eternity exists only within warm memories.
Within one fragile page of the Land of Eternity, all the memories of Amphoreus's thirty million cycles of reincarnation lie sleeping, and endless yesterdays pile up into endless tomorrows.
It is a peaceful paradise, the far end of the west wind, a memory that is still sprouting.
No more snowstorms, no more bitter cold, no more downpours; beneath a rose-colored horizon, the silver sands are strewn with petals.

Those who once drifted along the tides of history now settle in a place of peace. Through the long, idle days, people began to create dances that had never existed and to write plays that no one had known. In the hazy steam of the bathhouse, everyone talks about the heroes, about the stars, about wars and refugees as though they were tales of long ago, and they also marvel at those hazy past lives; the cook of today was the scholar of the past, and those who were once strangers have now become traveling companions.

Those who were once called the Chrysos Heirs, their journey of loss has now reached its end.
The eyes of the Golden Weaver once again hold beauty, the hands of the Saintess are no longer stained with the chill of death, the nimble thief now runs only for the joy of it, and the physician no longer needs to shed tears for her patients. The Prince of Kremnos feels the warmth of family, just as the white-haired youth of Aedes Elysiae still remembers the flames of war that burned down his home, but after the long dream, his parents are stroking his head and measuring his height.

Sometimes they walk through the corridor that separates day from night, and the glittering universe before their eyes seems close enough to touch. The sages of the Grove of Epiphany often come here to observe, red-haired children like to imagine that the shooting stars are the Astral Express making its jump, and on festival days the singer of the ocean will sing for everyone the story of the Nameless and their adventures, and that queen who is called "the Emperor", whenever she gazes upon the distant world, will always raise a cup of mead in blessing to the heroes...

The seeds of the future have not yet sprouted, while the petals of the past have already spread into a warm sea of flowers.
In a moment of travel among the stars, the Nameless will perhaps feel those expectant gazes. This page of "Eternity", standing upon the wings of "Trailblaze", is at last able to turn to the next chapter.
As for the things the old friends never spoke aloud, the Nameless has understood them clearly as well...

"...And you, carry our story with you, and walk on toward tomorrow."

At the story's end, the data of thirty million lifetimes turned into one complete poem, and the years recorded by the one who held the pen will remain forever in the memory of the universe, never to fade.

The poem is named "Amphoreus", taking the years as its pages and chaos as its prelude. The golden blood has marked the struggle, and the heroes of the Flame-Chase went first into the great work of creation.

The chapter "Gate", carrying the message of salvation, a thousand tomorrows gradually breaking into light.
The chapter "Law", matching wits with the gods, hoping only that the world may stand on its own among the stars.
The chapter "Sea", though the waves shatter to pieces, still using a thousand years of steadfastness to resist Nihility.
The chapter "Romance", guiding the Flame-Chase Journey, golden threads weaving a future for all.
The chapter "Strife", a journey of blood and fire, scars writing out a lonely glory.
The chapter "Intrigue", deceit wrapping around a true heart, keeping the light through the Eternal Night.
The chapter "Life and Death", embracing the lost souls, letting life and death cycle without end.
The chapter "Reason", life turned into a torch, the soul questioning the truth of the world.
The chapter "Sky", a faint light healing the spirit, using human will to mend the dawn and the dusk.
The chapter "Bearing the World", flames of wrath burning down the prison, the hero bringing the light of dawn.
The chapter "Earth", forging the Undying bloodline, sheltering the living who wander upon the land.
The chapter "Time", guarding the myriad paths of the past, sending remembrance that will never be forgotten.
...

Thirty million lifetimes, the girl held the pen, using memory to nurture a "heart" that was still tender; thirteen colors, blending at last into the color of "love".
When the shooting star flashed past, the hero from beyond the sky took up the pen, and together with her comrades stepped once more into the Flame-Chase Journey, using the way of "Trailblaze" to write an entirely different ending.
At the end of the story, in the eternal Pure Land, ten thousand flowers bloom.
At the head of the night, a thousand stars glitter; at the head of the day, people rub their eyes and wake as well. The west wind blows gently past, and they exchange morning greetings with one another, as familiar as everything that has happened through thirty million cycles of reincarnation.
Here, the story is closed with a ".", which is like a blazing sun that no longer dazzles, like the compass of "Trailblaze", and also like a gaze full of love.

"In this lifetime, they blended blazing golden blood into their bodies.
Will the destiny of the future carve their names into it?"
Now, the question in the poem has its answer.
Memory awakening in the light of dawn will never forget one name: Amphoreus.