Cradle Parade
April 1st, early morning. One full year has passed by since the Gray Raven Commandant went missing.
Containing the commandant's body, the whale-shaped coffin breaks free of the deep sea's confinement with the other 612 souls lost here.
They are the forgotten, no longer anyone's concern.
Filled with regret, confusion, and solitude are their deaths.
And the end they hoped to reach is still nowhere in sight.
But at this moment—if this were the only moment they were given to do so...
Please allow us to chant the songs of old, turn those tunes into lengthy whale songs, and step onto a path of no return amidst these sighs.
We have come thus far down the path that those who came before us had paved with their blood.
And now, I'm passing down to people coming after me this life that has only managed to make it this far because of all of you.
—Even though we have become part of the Red Tide, our laments unanswered.
—We will continue to search for our path even in death, marching in the parade as corpses.