Dongbaek was rather fond of fireworks.

It's an activity of entertainment where gunpowder is launched into the sky and blown up.

Some of us called it an aggressive hobby and teased it.

Some others joked that she might showcase a bomb in a future conference.

Of course, it was all an innocent jest.

However... Dongbaek must have yearned to see something beyond that.

As we all did,

She wished to see stars form a stream in the skies, and flowers blooming across the land.

That was all there was to it.

Now, the old League of Nine Littérateurs has fallen apart.

As I peeked into the course of her life, I saw the world fall apart in a tragedy caused by technology.

She must have been furious.

She must have been consumed with a longing, agony, sorrow, and despair.

As I was.

All of Dongbaek's emotions have now pushed through the flesh, blooming into a mass of petals.

Ahh. Are you stopping at last, Dongbaek?

Only after creating an ideal ruination where no technology remains...

Do you finally effloresce the gorgeous scenery of our hometown with your own body.

I see, now I see.

The reason you bloomed, sowing seeds of nostalgia, was to set your heart upon our new beginning.

Dongbaek... The fireworks you used to love are now being recreated on the soil, as you manage to get the buds to bloom.

...Indeed, it is no wonder you would be fond of them.