What is real in this world? Not love, not memories, and even resentment has nothing to hold on to.
But I've seen too many partings. Who can say what meaning lies in the traces etched into our lives?
One thing is undeniable: we can't erase them, forget them, or escape them.
PS: This installment introduces the very beginning of the timeline. As the mysteries gradually unravel, what emerges is an even more insurmountable gulf.
