Reflections

Prologue: If remembering means forgetting,

I will remember no more.

If forgetting means remembering,

How close I am to forgetting,

I wander lonely as a cloud

To be or not to be, that is the question. In the city of Aisibier, flowers of sin spread through every corner. A deep crimson sky hangs over ominous shadows, and anyone could be the executioner at your back. Hush, be careful!

The author, who has no idea how to write a blurb, is on their knees crying here (>﹏

Theme: Core socialist values.