I was searching for this artbook for years, hoping to finally track down a copy that felt complete and authentic. It became something of a background quest, appearing in odd corners of my research and popping up in distant references that never quite led anywhere solid. The more I looked, the more it seemed like the kind of work that existed more in stories than in any single shelf or catalog, drifting between mentions and half‑remembered descriptions rather than staying in one place. Eventually, after all that time spent following faint leads and scattered clues, I managed to come across it again under unexpected circumstances. It wasn’t announced or promoted in any obvious way, which made the discovery feel almost accidental, yet strangely satisfying. Holding it now, I can see how much of the effort and curiosity from those earlier searches was quietly leading toward this moment, even if I never knew exactly what to expect.