I wonder what the world could have been if God made love a necessity and food optional. In a war broken world new to magic, humanity was split in two and isolated for uncountable years by Iradel, a "narrow" thicket of mountainous trees spanning from one end of the horizon to the other. The people's differences after so much time are now extremely apparent; so much so it would be a kindness to even consider them as humans. Or perhaps a kindness they could no longer be called humans. But with the advent of one girl unwittingly sneaking into a town on the other horizon, the line that was so clearly drawn for both will begin to blur.