Everyone has their own sorrow, their own helplessness, their own secrets. Beneath the most ordinary life, the most terrible darkness may be hiding. At the end of that darkness, what will we see? A side concealed from others, or one we do not want others to know? A hideous and terrifying side, or a timid and cowardly one? A pale and powerless side, or a resolute and unyielding one? And how will we choose? Will we avoid it, distance ourselves from it, fear it, or face it? Beneath the moonlight, where a faint fragrance drifts, we howl in despair, sigh helplessly, cry out in sorrow, and stir restlessly...
