More than ten years have passed, and I carry a body full of scars. Looking back, what is it I feel? Longing? Regret? Remorse? It's... as if it's all of them, and none of them. All I did was record and organize, one by one, what I saw and heard along the road I'd traveled. I might as well save it as an archive, so I can look back on it in the future.
The road goes on, and life keeps moving forward.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
