𝒯he part that was broken, the crystal sphere that was starting to lose its jewels bit by bit. Songs that have been written in such a way with deep lyrics have lost their meaning, the strains and melodies of the rhythm beats also begin to lose their melodies. 𝑅ose petals began to fall because they fell, washed into the lake with a little groan of pain and also the red blood that flowed in the lake. "One, and only." The light that is being searched for is lost, cannot be found. Even praying cannot allow that the bliss awaited will come. One and only, when it rains and starts to make a sound; singing several chants of rhythms and melodies until the song was heard throughout the sphere. Then, that's where the blessings start to come.