The unknown fate, who inserted irrelevant plots into the lost space memory, the persistence that has not been forgotten, after centuries, my only wish is to find you and wake you up.
Who was Licassia back then?
Who is the puppet in the grocery store?
It's not the princess that the gardener and the hermit can let go of,
It's not the witch that knights and pirates can save,
Not distinguishing each other's lives is the punishment for your original sin and mine, waiting to be redeemed in the long cycle of reincarnation.