The ferryman's green robe was rustling in the wind beside the Forgotten River. The sleeves that looked hollow due to weight loss carried a sense of loneliness as they swayed in the wind.
——He never ferries people across rivers.
But he was forcefully broken by that person.
"You... Are you willing to cross me?"
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"I just hope that in this life you can personally cross this river of forgetfulness for me."