About IZCherry

Beneath the dome of the far north, that silent classical lyric poem finally reached its last rest. IGCrystal’s skirt of pure white and pale blue completely became granular glimmer and dissolved in the wind and snow. As she closed her eyes for the last time, she gave up the hard boundary of being the “divine crystal” and melted the softest wish in her heart into this crying land. Although the deep violet ether was diluted, a heavy drowsiness still swept across every inch of land, and all things fell irresistibly into a long and gentle sleep. The liveliness and beauty the world had once possessed were fixed in a gray-blue stillness, as if waiting for a revival too distant to reach.

Yet the pure ground color laid down when IGCrystal dispersed did not completely die in that long sleep. Among those abandoned ruins and wastes, there were still dream-weavers lingering at the edge of the abyss. They wandered through the empty wilderness, trembling as they reached out their hands, almost greedily longing for the remaining warmth inside the faint light. In this world formed from thoughts, expectation and longing finally awakened a sleeping miracle. When thousands upon thousands of prayers from despair met the gentle particles IGCrystal had left behind, “Nianyu” quietly condensed. The sky no longer dropped cold snow, but sent down pale cherry-colored feathers. They were light and soft, carrying a warmth that could make one weep, drifting down from the deep night sky. Whenever a feather of light touched the ground, a soul crying in the dark was gently embraced, as if, at the end of winter, it had once again met long-lost spring.

In that faint light where feathers of light wove together without end, an extremely gentle sigh rippled through the silence. Along with that sigh, IZCherry was quietly born among the falling cherry-colored feathers of light. She did not wear the lofty divine majesty of a savior, and she did not carry a dazzling brightness that could cut open the dark. Instead, with a tender softness that made one feel pity, she gently knocked on the door of this world that had already grown exhausted. Her long silver hair, bright as moonlight, fell smoothly over her thin shoulders, and the fluffy animal ears hidden among her hair seemed to sense the sorrow remaining in the air, trembling slightly and uneasily. When she opened her eyes, there was no scrutiny and no coldness in those clear pupils, only an unreserved and deep affection for all things in this world.

She gently lifted the soft hem of her skirt and, barefoot, stepped lightly onto the cold and lonely starlit corridor. Her pale toes crossed broken bricks and stones without gathering a trace of dust. Following those tiny sounds of crying, she walked toward every soul curled up in the boundless night. She did not need grand divine words or spells. She only bent down quietly and, through hands clasped together, passed her pure thoughts thread by thread into those trembling lives. Nianyu feathers filled the sky around her, lingering beside her like a tenderness that would not scatter. In this world that had gained peace through the dissolution of the divine crystal, she walked across every inch of ruin with the smallest yet firmest steps. She was the long echo IGCrystal left to this world, and also the final healing this world received before it completely withered.

“Even if this is only one corner of the future… someday, this world will surely become gentler, won’t it?” IGCrystal looked at the wind and snow before her and thought this quietly.