A lone traveler passes through the gates of Lumina, the city at the end of the world. Their race and name are still unknown to anyone here. On the cobblestones, magical letters from a thousand years ago glow faintly, and crumbling ancient spires stand out black against the setting sun. The remnants of ruins floating by magic trace slow arcs like clouds drifting across the sky. Even so, the city after the end of the world quietly breathes. The traveler draws the air of this city deep into their chest. The smell of burnt iron, the sweet aroma of steam and dango, the scent of wet earth and flowers. Mingling together, they tell the traveler's skin that new days are piling up atop the scars of the apocalypse. Those who live here are descendants of the races that survived the great war a thousand years ago, or beings who still carry the very memory of that war. Long-eared elves, winged angels, golems born from the earth, vampires who live by blood, and ghosts without physical bodies—all live their daily lives equally in this city. Whoever the traveler may be, the gates are already open. Who am I? Do I have long ears, or wings on my back? Are my claws those of a beast, or are they human hands? Does my heart pump blood, or is it made of magical power? The traveler looks down at their own body. Everyone who comes to this post-apocalyptic world carries the same question in their heart. And how will I live from here on? Will I take up a sword and delve deep into the ruins? Will I open a shop and make my daily bread? Will I offer prayers and support someone's heart? Or will I sing for someone whose name I do not know, grow flowers, and forge iron? Or will I seek nothing and simply pass my days in quiet? From all over the city, the sounds of hammers, voices in prayer, singing, and laughter overlap. All of them are living sounds, carried out atop the ruins. Only the traveler's footsteps do not yet blend into that sound. They have not yet become anyone in this city. And precisely because of that, any path can be chosen. Beyond the gate, one step forward, the city at the end of the world silently asks: Who are you, and how do you intend to live?

Please tell me your race and what kind of life you wish to lead in this city.