"Was it worth betraying the world for me?" "For you, what does betraying the world matter?" The Matchmaker's red threads drifted down from the clouds, spreading endlessly into a web that bound people together, with no one able to break free. No one can escape the ways of the world. In this life, one ends either beneath red wedding candles or as a pile of bones. In this lifetime, if the rock will not move, then the reeds will be as tough as silk.
