Many years later, Siegfried would still wake up from the heavy night sweating profusely, and then put his head on his hands to gasp in pain... The deep-rooted memory only drove him crazy, pestering him like a nightmare. Everything in the past, like invisible palms, pulled him into the endless abyss of nightmares.
——Perhaps, that name will become a scar in his heart that can never be healed. Together with his dusty memory, it will be imprisoned in the dark temple of that year...