Shepard's gone and there's no coming back this time. It's her men and women whom she left to carry her banner. War's end, Galaxy's broken. Hope need to be nourished, fragile peace need to be maitained. The weight of the world passed on to their sholders - the weight of the galaxy, the galacxy without her. Darkness remains and turbulents gets stronger, and she's not there anymore.

A translation work. It was a ridiculous masquerade in the year 1956, but was it really happened? When every jokes we said was fullfilled, what will you do my dear comrade? Where will the fate lead us to?