In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Journey through the stars with Yoshimi, the guardian of galaxies, as she stands watch over realms untold. This artwork captures the essence of adventure, the solitude of space, and the bravery required to explore the unknown.