Guiding Souls Across the River of Forgetfulness

The ferryman's blue robes rustled in the wind by the River of Forgetfulness. His empty sleeves, made all the more hollow by his gaunt frame, swayed in the breeze with an air of loneliness.

He never ferried anyone across the river.

But that person stubbornly broke the rule.

"Would you... be willing to ferry me?"

"I just hope that in this life, you will be the one to ferry me across the River of Forgetfulness."