かつては、冬の聖女と呼ばれた。

鋳造されてより永く、永く雪山の古城に保管された末、
精神も、仮初の魂も、記憶回路すら擦り切れ、
やがては“変わらぬ今日”を生き続け、
終には偉業の基盤となった。

余人から見れば美しい装置。
執着した者から見れば昔日に刻まれる後悔。
彼女たちから見れば、
それは“自分”たちにとって至上の栄光。

今はただ、遠い話。
完全な世界の内で聖女は微睡む。
果たされなかった多くの理想を抱き留めるように。

She was once called the Holy Maiden of Winter. After being kept in an ancient castle on a snowy mountain for an eternity since she was minted, her mind, her transient soul, and even her memory circuits have all been worn down to near oblivion. Now, having become the foundation for a great feat, she lives the same unchanging day over and over.

For those on the outside, she seems to be a beautiful device. For those obsessed, she seems to be the picture of regret inscribed on days of old. And for the other girls, she seems like the ultimate glory to strive for.

But that is all long in the past now. Here, within this perfect world, the saint dozes in peace, so that she may better embrace the many ideals she was never able to fulfill.