The darkness is boundless, and I can only keep walking and searching in this long night, looking for a place of peace and a place to stay.
This is the first Halloween I have spent. I don't remember and I don't want to remember. It seems that since E left, I have lost the ability to remember. Except for things related to E, I can no longer remember anything.
The turnip lamp in my hand is still burning, and the faint core fire inside has been with me for hundreds of years. Every Halloween, I make a turnip shell to symbolize my growing age.
The depiction on it, which has never changed, is of a person looking up at the evil on the tree. On the coastline looking up, a circle of red slowly rises. This is my last impression of the day.
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