Light does not always mean hope. Darkness is only the prelude to dawn. So what if the world calls me the Child of Darkness? If powerlessness is a sin, then does that make strength justice? From that day on, I could no longer accept this hypocritical life. Time out of joint, memories rewritten, a life like livestock: reality has always yearned to be itself! That's right! I am not the one in the wrong. This world is!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
