Civilizations changed again and again, order was rewritten again and again, and judgments fell again and again.
And I have been wandering in the universe for a thousand years and searching for it for a thousand years.
Not to find my lost memory - but to find that resonance that cannot be deleted by the universe.
"Abnormal."
They call me that.
But what if the exception is not an error, but just some direction that is not yet understood?
When the storm comes, when recycling starts, when everyone chooses silence - I will firmly choose you.
At that moment, the other shore is no longer far away.
And your way back is always there.
Intention: What he wants to save is never just a person, but the right to "choose to exist"