It's all one flower.

Beyond the east, the mountain backs increase in whiteness.

The priests appeared from the temple. Another group of temple affiliated choirs sing the myth.

At the end of the year the followers chosen by the lottery ascended the stairs and received a handcage and twigs of Qin Peel (Tonerico) from the clergy. Another winner ascends to replace him and descends with a cage and twigs in his hand.

One believer after another receives cages and twigs and aligns them in the temple staircase as the voice sings the battle of the drought dragons and gods.

Stuffed in the front yard of the temple of Panisea Uni Flora in the summer capital, the general faithful vacate the passage in two rows, guided by clerics and temple volunteers "shores of Lacus" and by the guards.

Even on the stage set in the square beside the temple, the Temple Affiliated Choir sings the same divine song.

Amiella, although not a wack she dared avoid, was only fragmented in teaching this myth as a "fact" by carriers Fiarluca and the spelldoctor Septentorio.

The song, now heard from outside the curtain, puts it on a quiet melody and sings to tell the myth of Fraxinus. I felt the song listening behind the stage, behind the curtain of thin silk that still did not rise, farther than the actual distance.

Fraxinus became the great tree supporting the seal.

Sturasi that turns into a rocky mountain and seals a drought dragon.

While the body is sealed, the drought dragon releases dryness.

Panisea Uni Flora has become a blueberry (Seibo) that reduces dryness and moisturizes.

The song ended with praise for the greatness of the gods and conveying the horror of the drought dragon.

In front of the entrance to the temple and the thin silk dripping on stage, the words of prayer (the Word) are exalted.

"Clouds and rain pour over the lake, moisturizing the earth.

The trees are green with wheat, and the river that runs through the earth returns to the lake.

It's all just one piece of water.

All those who hold water in their bodies are compatriots of water beneath the circle of the sun.

Life of water, protection of water, all the edges to which water ties (eh).

We are all one water child.

Around the edge of the water.

Then the followers of the vestibule and the square recited the same words.

Amiella still remembers Uro, and it's terrible that we can't talk about it together.

Carindura, the great aunt standing next to her, Oratorix, the master of the song, chants to sing with everyone. I do not hear the four voices of the bouquet of peace next door opposite.

... right? Saying you abandoned your faith and exiled, you can't just switch to another faith like that right away.

I guess they will still live for the time being, faithless.

Amiella is in a state of confusion and footsteps at the difference from Kirkrus, although her mind is leaning towards the teachings of Fraxinus.

In front of the Temple, the highest priest will celebrate the New Year.

Last year, the Amielas did not enter the temple, but moved directly to the city of Patens in prayer to the lake. This is the first time I have seen New Year's prayer through the beginning in the temple of the summer capital.

From the speakers placed everywhere, I can hear the joy of the kingdom of Amitostigma being successfully ushered in a new year and the sadness for the shadow of the war that fell into the Hunan region.

The believers listened without wandering.

"… we are all one water compatriots. Let us pray for peace for all that live and live on the banks of the Great Lake of Lacus."

"We are all one water compatriot.

May the edges of the water tie together. "

The Temple Affiliated Choir sings the same divine song again, but now it's humming.

A caged believer descends the stairs and cruises among the faithful aligning themselves in the vestibule. [Crystal of Magic], where prayer and magic are caged, is put into one hand cage after another.

A twig of Qin Peel (Tonerico) lets go of the [crystal] and touches the emptied palm, giving it a New Year's blessing.

Holding a hand cage filled with pale brilliance, the chosen followers of the lottery ascend the stairs.

The faithful who entrusted their prayers return with a sunny smile.

Tribal outings, families, friends, lovers and those who visit alone also follow the Temple of Panisea Uni Flora with a happy hope for a new year for everyone.

The faithful entrusted with the prayer of the New Year were taught to pray at the deepest altar of the Temple.

The sun rises, the faithful visit the brightened vestibule one after the other, and the faithful with cages return and return to the vestibule and the temple.

The people gathered in the square beside the temple deposit [the crystal of magic] at the entrance, seated and waiting for the show to begin. The humming of the divine song ended and the curtain of thin silk rose. The Temple's affiliated choir is scattered throughout the sound range.

Moderators advanced to the center of the stage, saying words of prayer (words) followed by words of mouth.

"Thank you very much for coming to the New Year's Prayer Charity Concert today. Our country is part of the Hunan region, not to mention the eastern edge."

The colorful heads that fill the guest seats shake vertically.

I just lined up a chair outdoors, but it seems like it's just a powerful people, and it doesn't look cold.

"The effects of the Devil's Asthma Gun War are in both visible and invisible areas. Those who have had difficulty living on a daily basis since before the war are particularly strongly affected and unfortunately it is the current situation that more and more suffer each day"

The sunny-wearing audience pulls their jaws small and whispers with their neighbors.

"Thank you for responding to my call on the internet today with so much goodwill."

Moderator shows a two-ton truck parked next to the stage. The applause boiled from the guest's seat. There's a pile of used cookware on the carrier.

"Pots, frying pans, etc. that are still available are for support activities for children who cannot cover the cost of food in their homes. End-of-life items are also resourced through Palumbina Corporation to cover the cost of food support activities carried out by volunteer organizations."

Moderators speak as a traditional domestic support to prevent criticism from being directed at Nemoralis refugees living outside refugee camps. In fact, it's not a lie because I send it to organizations that have been working since before the Devil's Asthma Cannon War, such as everyone's dining room and the Great Tree Branch.

"When you return, please bring flyers because people can't even have an internet connection environment. And paste out our walls and such to let us know that they have support, that they are never lonely. I'm sure the edge of the water will connect you."

The moderator put down a breath and changed his tone.

"Well, I've kept you waiting a very long time. The first song is" Tears of the Goddess, "a foster song from the village of Assaite, for all of today's performers."

Moderator pulls into sleeve in applause.

Together on stage, he took three steps forward and started singing.