The series tells the story of a girl named Ayra, who begins her life journey on the pages of the first book almost from a blank slate—due to a certain tragedy in the past and complete loss of memory. Appearing along the path of a random caravan, the girl, like a newborn infant, looks around in bewilderment at the teeming life around her and cannot shake the feeling that her life is steadily passing her by. She feels like a stranger here. She doesn’t see her place. She’s at such a low rung of the social ladder that even looking upward becomes frightening. Alas, Ayra is by no means a foreteller, not a legendary warrior maiden, not a miracle heroine—and, of course, not a “truck-kun”-type reincarnator.
The world of Zandokara is her native world, yet for a very long time she can’t find her place in it. However, despite all her troubles, she can’t stay down for long and give up. She still believes in miracles. She still hasn’t lost hope. Still, in some way, she remains like a naive child—one who has never managed to be touched by the horrors of this world. And, by nature not a fighter, she deals with difficulties differently: she doesn’t leap over obstacles on the fly—she carefully goes around them. She doesn’t charge straight at problems and doesn’t threaten enemies with dreadful punishments, promising inevitable retribution; instead, she tries to understand and forgive other people’s ignorance. She simply lives as she knows how. She tries to listen to and feel this world. She accepts it as it is. She sees with her heart. She breathes along with it for one moment.
She doesn’t try to reshape or break the world to fit herself. And in the end—thanks to circumstances, and (as paradoxical as it may sound) to submission to those circumstances—Ayra manages to find a thin thread leading to her own past, restore her present piece by piece, and create a new future with her own hands. The one that will include both joy and happiness, and of course love.