Brahma's Chant

He once existed in this world. I don't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing for me.

I thought I had forgotten the people and events of the past. But only when I truly set foot on that land, saw those people again, and returned to the places I once knew, did I realize that what I had forgotten all along was this city. This city had forgotten me and my past.

The prayer wheel turns, a night of chanting. I wait for you to look back from the banks of the Three Roads.