[Sadomasochism + Suspense] I have been waiting for you for countless epochs, but what I am waiting for is a door that will never open.
During the first mission, a child said to me: "You're here again."
At that moment I understood—the oracle was not a prophecy, but a memory.
Those disasters have happened countless times.
Every time I rewrite, I am consuming my life.
But I can't stop.
Because she is waiting for me.
At the end.
In every sycamore leaf.
In the heart.
Later I learned that the door is not for entering, but for waiting.
When the sycamore leaves were falling, I heard someone say:
"I'm here."
Intention: Man can conquer nature
