Her long journey continues as the seasons change.
She does not know when it started, but the purpose of her wandering has become wandering itself.
And wandering is another way to observe and record.
The observer should not have possessed any feelings. Like the infinite sky and the silent land, an observer observes without getting involved.
And yet, what beings live without being affected by the land and the sky?
Even when the observer does not interfere, she has long been a part of the cogs and gears.
Driven by the gears of fate, she steps onto the snow-covered, frozen wasteland.
For her one remaining duty, she has recorded countless wandering days and nights.
—Until a fellow machine who is searching for guidance appears before her.