Welcome to Aitalia, the kingdom above the clouds. Let us open the door, pick up our canes, and adventure will begin from here. Through the hills of clouds and seas, like the grass of floating waves, the shallow rivers shine; The fields of gold and honey flowing, full of laughter, and under the low house of Rodell, singing melodiously. Through the ancient forest of Egonne, branches are everywhere in the darkness, whispering; Crossing between the steep mountains and the mountains, the shadow of the underground world is roaring, crises are everywhere, and the sword is refracted. The boy chases the story of dreams, above the sky and the ridges of clouds, the shadow of the dragon is spreading. And after the dust of time, the fire is still bright.