Losing someone is a terrible, indescribable experience. The feeling of one day waking up to realize your loved one is not there and you'll never see them again... It's maddening. It's like walking in a forest. Whichever way you go, all you see are trees. Light peeks out from the treetops, but it's only a slight sliver. The forest is not quite bright, but not dark, either. Distantly, you are aware that there is kindness, and light, and laughter somewhere, far, far away...

Noël's existence has been filled with confusion and loss. That much is certain. There is not much he understands about himself or others, but... All he has even known are the sense of pervasive loneliness and isolation. Upon visiting a 'Moonlight Circus', he meets a certain familiar grim reaper who proposes a game...

"You may have memories, but they pale in-comparison to seeing them everyday—to know that they still breathe."

Losing someone is a terrible, indescribable experience. The feeling of one day waking up to realize your loved one is not there and you'll never see them again... It's maddening. It's like walking in a forest. Whichever way you go, all you see are trees. Light peeks out from the treetops, but it's only a slight sliver. The forest is not quite bright, but not dark, either. Distantly, you are aware that there is kindness, and light, and laughter somewhere, far, far away...

Noël's existence has been filled with confusion and loss. That much is certain. There is not much he understands about himself or others, but... All he has even known are the sense of pervasive loneliness and isolation. Upon visiting a 'Moonlight Circus', he meets a certain familiar grim reaper who proposes a game...

"You may have memories, but they pale in-comparison to seeing them everyday—to know that they still breathe."