Deemo is a mythic character lives in a solitude, a castle, all by itself. A little girl falls from the sky, not knowing who she is, where she comes from.
To help the little girl back to her world, Deemo comes to realize a tree keeps growing tall on top of the piano whenever it plays.
Deemo poured its heart into the piano. With each note played, the tree grew taller. The hand-drawn landscapes shifted and evolved, revealing fragments of memories lost and found. As they ascended, the bond between Deemo and the girl deepened, the music weaving their souls together in a dance of discovery and hope.
The trees bloomed in tandem with the melodies, bridging the gap between their world and the unknown, they climbed closer to the truth, the path growing clearer.
As the final song echoed through the hall, the stairs appeared, shimmering and ethereal, leading up to the window on the ceiling. It was time for them to part, and Deemo’s music gently lifted the little girl towards the window above.
Your childish fingers picked up those lost fragments Our coinciding hearts gave birth to a world that brought tears to my eyes My fleeting feelings, gently accumulating, will always be searching for you in that endless, faraway world Even though it was you who said “Don’t go” But I’m sure the one that can’t stand being alone is me All I can do for you is to continue playing these songs here So it’s time for you to head back Let go of my hand now, while you still can I saw you smiling in those glittering memories From the twisted prayer within these songs, I learned of the end of this dream Someday these feelings of mine will flutter down onto your hands And if you touch them, they will melt from the tenderness of your life
