"Fortune-teller, the road stretches ahead in every direction. Let's go our separate ways. Why are you sticking to me?"
"The reading says we're destined for each other." His fingers, hidden in his sleeves, worked through the calculations as he followed her in silence.
"Heh." The emissary from Hell gave a quiet laugh. Who knew how much of that tired old line he actually believed?
After all, beneath political schemes, good and evil are hard to discern.
When life and death have run their course, and the wheel turns once more, we will return.
Those old lanes of the past should still hold the clear shadows of familiar faces, pausing before slowly moving on.
[Misfortune-Plagued Fortune-Teller Top x Wandering, Sickly Bottom]
Theme: Those old events from that year
