A secret, after countless days and nights of aging and inner speculation, turned into a story.
A story, passed down orally from generation to generation and baptized by time, turned into a legend.
Where will they end up wandering?
What kind of fate will those unspeakable things have?
Exiling the soul, sinking memories, wandering around.
You say, I have no sin.
I said, you are your own original sin.