What is real in this world, not love, not memories, not even resentment.
But I have seen too many separations. Who can tell the meaning of those traces engraved in life?
What is indisputable is that we cannot erase it, we cannot forget it, we cannot escape it.
PS: This part introduces the very beginning of the timeline. The puzzles are solved step by step, but what emerges is an even more insurmountable gap.
Conception: