The moment you touch the cocoon of light, the past comes rushing back. Laughter by the campfire, fireworks sha…
The moment you touch the cocoon of light, the past comes rushing back. Laughter by the campfire, fireworks shared on the rooftops, soft words beneath festival lanterns, breathless giggles while running from the goose... Those blissful memories turn to streams of light and flow into the cocoon. The blurred figure slowly comes into focus—and at last you see it. The treasure you were searching for was the one reflected in the mirror all along.