"The weather is getting cold, the rain is coming, the children are hungry, the wolf is coming, the blood is spattered, the meat is broken, children, don't be afraid..." A childish voice sings a childlike song.
It was raining heavily and moss was everywhere. People in bamboo hats holding small umbrellas traveled through the mountains and fields, dense forests and deep seas. Wherever they went, all living things were crawling.
When I was three years old, I was cursed and regarded as an alien. I was not allowed to get close to anyone other than my closest relatives.
I feel so sad, I choose to travel far, I choose to explore the truth.
"Why do asuras appear in the world?"
"Is it my fault that I became a Shura?"
"Why can't it be removed?
"Why are the souls of close relatives seriously injured? "
Maybe the truth doesn't matter, but I'm happy with it.
This world is never black and white, but a game, a game for the brave, for me.
Intention: Search within and live endlessly