We were born in this era, this chaotic, broken, absurd era, this era full of life, separation and death. But because of you, I love this era.
But I never thought that the price of loving you would be to step on the blood all over the ground and never look back.
After all these years, when I dream back at midnight, your cold voice still rings in my ears: "Aurora, let's play a game."
"Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand / Henceforward in thy shadow."
Leave me behind and go. But I feel that I have been lingering in your presence since then.
Intent: Symbiosis and tearing are not paradoxes