Time is the best way to cover up everything, but it cannot erase the traces left behind.
Hidden experiments, scars on the body, and sporadic memories remaining in the mind.
The pieces are put together piece by piece, the fog is peeled away layer by layer, and what kind of naked truth will be greeted.
Who is whispering in the dark?
——Layers of fear, engraved in the bottom of my heart.
Intention: I don't know