(Script and Story by Prince_Borgon)

It's been so long since the late Captain Ferdimondo Ramolaccio left his mortal remains behind,
to take on the features of a sort of ghost that haunts castle della Verbena.

Many seasons and many moments have followed one another, and the world has changed around him.
The hare himself, moreover, has made changes from his ordinary living routines.
Still, for his immortal body time has really stopped.
He appears in the same forms as that night, almost as if he had been painted in a portrait.
Similarly, memories appear clear and recent, as if they had been experienced just the day before...

On the night of the ritual, the room smelled of fear and melted wax of burnt candles.
Neither Silva nor Borgon could foresee what would happen as a result of their clumsy attempt to bend natural laws to their whim,
and Sir Cordiale had lost hope that he'd be able to see his protégé ascend to the throne of Valmeridia.

Nevertheless, how chaotic are someone's thoughts in their last moments...
An entire life relived in an instant, before the end.
A sleep of death, a lucid dream in the sunset that precedes eternal night.

To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream...