"I originally thought that I was in the center of darkness, but I didn't expect that someone else built an abyss in the center, and things have developed in an unpredictable direction." The vortex of death surrounded them, and no one could escape. Even if there is love, they must love and kill each other for their destiny - it would be great if they could go back to the past.
The inner distortion, the dual pleasure brought by blood and killing, and the bottomless fear of the bright sky. The infinite hatred for the dark soul, the incomparable persistence for the mystery.
The song of death comes again.