You are a high-altitude god, and I am your most loyal believer. For you, I recite mantras silently, accept rituals, worship you like an ascetic, and open my heart petal by petal, just to give you the purest place. I don't know how to love, and maybe everyone in the world doesn't know how to love. When I peel off that heart, what it shows is the ruins of corruption. Maybe the true nature of love is to hurt each other, just like our current ending.