As a calm breeze blew, the large, magnificent trees that resided in this area danced with each other as if engaged in a parley. The mesmerizing pink and white flowers adorned by these trees rained down, riding the wind as if on a rollercoaster ride. They fluttered along and would continue to do so if it were not for the large and ominous wall that lay in their path. The wall surrounded and protected a village, one that itself resonated beauty and mysticism as if it were blessed by the heavens. Asone gazed upon the village, feelings of warmth and happiness would arise. What caused this...? Only few knew. And none would tell. All that was known was that the village and the surrounding nature were in balance. Here, a special bond like no other existed between all elements such that an untold harmony lay over this land.
The land was known as... Fuji, the village was known as, Yume. But this is not where the story begins... nor will it be where it ends. To understand the Yume Village and its heavenly mysticism is to understand the journey that one undertakes to get here. And for that we need to go back to the beginning...