Who is tomorrow for? Exiled to the forest, Raligon asked himself this question every night. The wounds from the stones thrown at him in the village ached, and the wind pierced through his tattered clothes. With his disheveled hair and vacant eyes, he wandered the forest, the very image of a monster.
At that time, Raligon had only one wish: for tomorrow never to come. But he couldn't just wait for his wish to be granted. Any trace of hesitation faded away with each sleepless night. Ignoring the pleas of the spirits, Raligon ventured into the deepest part of the forest—a place so ominous that not even wild beasts dared to approach.
Contrary to his expectation of finding a colossal beast, he found a boy with his eyes closed, enduring his pain. He was unlike anyone Raligon had ever met. Despite having swallowed fragments of a catastrophe for the sake of humanity, he still loved them. To Raligon, this was an unknown realm, an unfathomable emotion. Raligon wanted to understand the boy. He was curious how one could love humanity, and this world.
Amidst the sudden war and new companions, Raligon always felt like an outsider, like oil and water. Everyone had a different vision for tomorrow, which sometimes led to fierce arguments. The tide of war turned against them, hope dwindled, and tomorrow became a miniature version of impending despair. After countless times of blurting out his anxieties only to regret it, he eventually sealed his lips shut.
And finally, at the end of his long yet short life, he could at last close his eyes in peace, thankful that he would not exist in the tomorrow everyone had fought to protect. His only regret was not being able to see the world the boy had dreamed of with his own eyes.
After a long time, Raligon finds himself facing an unexpected tomorrow. Perhaps this time, he can hope for a different ending? Can he learn to love the world for which he held no lingering affection?
