As red as blood, the flowers bloomed wildly, like the fire of hell that devoured everything. No, that is simply the guide to death. How long have I been here? I can't remember, all I can see are the dull souls of the dead and these bloody flowers that are always blooming but always sad.
The guide, or more accurately, the God of Death! Not the one who forgets, but the death of memory. There is no reincarnation for eternal sinners, only eternal memories, and I am the guide of eternal sins. There is no oar in my hand, only these flowers like blood, these flowers that can awaken memories no matter how deep they are buried - flowers of the other shore!
Conception: