Alice

The memory of that child who longed for sunshine and was afraid of loneliness, who was coquettish and weak, quickly invaded and exaggerated my emotions. It was like a black and white video tape that appeared in a flashlight. The will of Aweiz, the child in the abyss, and Alice who longed for the warm sunshine. The two memories merged into one, and Alice's eyes filled with tears: "I am... Alice."