




A blue horse storms across a world caught between fire and eternity. Its body glows with the cold light of sorrow, while around it flames rise like twisted memories — faces without names, a forest of shadows. The horse moves as if carrying a silent coffin, a final farewell wrapped in blue thunder. Every stride is a cry that time can't hush. Heaven and tomb blend into one realm —a place where grief flies freely, unbound by earth. The blue horse rushes through the storm of eternity with a roar that shakes even the quiet. It is the last loyal messenger of love: traveling through fire to guard what the world has already forgotten.
