The Sinner's Story Never Ends

Perhaps sometimes, being alive is itself a kind of sin. When you forcibly split yourself apart to set your plans in motion, when you stop at nothing to build the utopia you envision, when pain becomes the foundation of madness...

Ignorance, silence, betrayal, chaos, hypocrisy, emotion, and reason: all are sins. One conspiracy conceals another, and behind every moment of triumph lies an ache that never fades.

“The rain has stopped, but the light still hasn’t come.”

Will anyone appreciate a sinner’s performance...?