Heartland over the world tree

Prologue

I remembered a far off day when I stepped deep into the forest and traveled to the heart of the world. These memories were as faint and almost forgotten as the memory of yesterday's dream. 

little by little, but clearly, I'm remembering that I've traveled a world gone by, even the words exchanged there. When I pieced together that fragment like a landscape of remembrance, and wrote it down ,that memory became a journey to the source of history, and the miraculous story in the form of this novel gradually took shape.

A Woodsman taught me.

Deep in the forest, the World Tree replanted its own soul and is still alive today.

Plants and trees bloom true flowers in dreams, strike the roots of the heart, and spread leaves lushly in people's dreams.

Extending its branches into human dreams, and as dreams, the World Tree has seen everything that happens in the world.

This spirit tree, rooted in the fountain of time, has lived through a tremendous amount of time, seen long long dreams that seemed like an eternity, and kept the memories of the most glorious times nostalgic in its mind.

This tree is in the abyss of dreams, beyond the realm of time-space impulses, in the deepest places where even time still sleeps.

From the abyss, the old tree is still looking at the world by the brilliance of dreams.

If you can get in touch with the light of the tree's spirit there, you will be able to touch tremendous memories.

It is a phylogenetic tree of the tribes dreamed about by old trees, a world chronicle that compiled the history of humanity, Akasha-Chronik that someone lived in the past.

Ahead of here is a sacred forest where a regenerated world tree has taken root.

Although the forest is in eternal slumber, there are still extremely rare visitors to the forest, and it is said that such people are called as if they are sleepwalking.

If you want to move on, be mindful.

Come back firmly before your mind is swallowed up and you cannot return.

To the Woodsman who brought me to the entrance of that forest, I swore that I would be back, and I stepped in.

I walked through the dense forest and found a large tree there, filled with the light of the spirit of the tree.A small twinkling light came down from there.It landed in front of me, and I reached out and touched it, and it was filled with light.

Space-time fluctuated and accelerated to reach the speed of light.

In the blink of an eye, my mind was swallowed up by the pure white light, but as my eyes adjusted, I could see something there.

The blinking light, the vortex of space-time, and in that light,the memory of life.

I saw time−space swirl, and countless twinkling lights, and there I saw the memory of life.

I could see the rise and fall of some civilizations.

These are memories of the brilliance of dreams that emerge between the eternal sleeping forest and space-time.

Once the light twinkled, the dream was a day, twice a year, three times an era passed by.

 As I clung to the torrent of time, a beautiful landscape appeared in the light at my side. It reflected memories of the good old days of the Middle Ages.

 There I saw the medieval-looking men carrying crossbows and crossing steep mountains, a clear lake below, and an ancient castle on the shore of the lake.

I let my limbs flutter harder to see the passing landscape more, then spilled out of the light that had enveloped me.

"Oops! Watch out! That's dangerous. If you get out of control, you won't be able to come back."

"Whoa! And you are?"

 When I turned around, the light that had enveloped me turned into a human form and grabbed my body from behind.

"You don't appear to remember me"

"It's a bit medieval and nostalgic, and I want to go in there and see it."

"You'd better not. If you step any further into the space-time impulse, you won't be able to come back easily."

I can now see the face of this neat young man, and naturally I don't know him. He has a large feather on his back and is flying through this space-time impulse.

"Ooh! Winged, angel?"

"There is nothing strange about it. When humans are born on earth, how do we go without wings? Here, the power of the power in your wildest dreams becomes your wings. You have them too."

I turned around and found a small feather on my back before I noticed it.

"We all have wings in our hearts, and our hearts fly across the world unseen, do we not? It's the same thing in this moment. But do you want to go so much as to make you wing it?"

"I was just going to go now. Somehow that landscape just attracts me so irresistibly."

'I suppose so. What you are seeing is an era that really happened, and that's the time we lived in. But that place may be the best era. The old spirit is still there, and the best and brightest light of the Middle Ages happens, and soon afterwards it's scraped away. No, it may be gone by the time you get there. If I go there, I might lose my memory again. Even then, would you still go?"

"Of course. Someday, I'll tell you a story about that time period. So let me go."

'That sounds considerably interesting. Well, then, go down there in the same way you're born. Even I don't know where your soul will fall. how many years will pass in an instant,I suppose. But I'll come for you. And when I do, you'll be sure to leave calmly."

Our wings crossed through time-space and I felt the wind blowing through my body.

I don't know how much time has passed.

When I realized it, I found myself in a world in the Middle Ages without even knowing who I was.