In the square, the sky-high firelight reflected the night sky like daylight.
Too many things have happened in the past thirty years. The era of madness is finally over. Too many people and too many things have become unrecognizable. The only things that remain unchanged are those objective and real things that have happened. However, now, everything has been burned down. That's fine. Everything that has happened in the past thirty years is too terrifying. Even just the memory will be horrifying. Bury it. Let all the darkness and sin be buried in the long river of time. Everyone present promises to forget it all and never mention it again, hiding this history together.
Purcell looked at the fire outside the window, lowered his head and sealed the bound book in his hand in a strong iron box. He ran to the forest at night and buried the iron box in the ground, hoping that one day someone would dig it out. As an experiencer of the event, the only thing he can do is to pass on the truth.