Nightmare in the Brothel

What are courtesans, really? Perhaps they are merely men's playthings. And how could a plaything ever be truly loved?

Yet people insist on chasing true love, believing in it even after being hurt until they are covered in scars.

In a heartless place, love may exist, but never the real thing. Some people have hearts, but no souls.

The sky stretches wide, yet there is no road. Who asks where to go? The earth spreads far, yet leaves no trace. Who asks where to turn?

To them, none of it seems to matter anymore. Whether something exists or not makes no difference. Love has disappeared, and affection has faded away.