StreetSpeaks’ Eternity Formula

The arabesques of the Alhambra melt, like the ice halls of the Snow Queen—woven from blindingly white snow and crystal-clear ice. Waves of an invisible ocean crash against a spectral yet impregnable cliff, its peak dissolving into the blue abyss of the sky. They strike this translucent rock and shatter into countless fragments—shimmering like diamond dust infused with stardust breath. These are the tears of Eternity, shattered upon Your smile—whose shadow is a steady, unwavering, and undying inner light.

The mirage dissolves into the transparent ether. Before us unfold the boundless expanses of the foothills, and galloping toward us—free as the wind—is a wild mustang. He races against a backdrop of mountains, their summits pressed tightly by cold, snowy clouds. From those still-concealed peaks, a gentle breath of mountain wind already reaches us… and it softly brushes our skin.

But now we understand: this is no longer just “Her.” She has a name.

Her name is Memory.

She returns to us like the glow of distant galaxies—long extinguished, yet only now, after a journey spanning billions of light-years through the frigid void of space, finally reaching the surface of the Earth. Memory is now very close. She comes back to us—because we have opened the door for her.

We searched for the key to that door—locked behind seven seals—wandering the world, groping blindly through utter darkness, not even knowing what we were seeking. Yet the moment we found that “something”—the very thing for which our entire lives had been a search—we instantly knew what it was. And now we know: this is the key that unlocked Memory’s gates, revealing her endless, unfathomable depths.

This key is called… the Formula of Eternity. It is… the Formula of Immortality.