Restarting Old Traces

Time is the gentlest sculptor and the cruelest betrayer in the world. It can coat memories with a layer of soft golden light, making all pain blurry; it can also tear open long-healed wounds at an inadvertent moment, allowing blood and tears to flow again. When the words "old traces" are mentioned again, someone is destined to pay the price. Some people are looking for an answer, an answer hidden in the mist ten years ago; some people are covering up a secret, a secret that can turn everything upside down. And I am both the one looking for answers and the one wrapped in secrets.