As soon as I was born, I had memories... And remembered the world! This world of mutual suspicion...
It was a bit cold that day, and my mother hugged me tightly. Was she afraid that I would catch a cold or... Was she reluctant to let go? It doesn't matter which one... It comes and goes, this is the law of nature. However, everyone has a purpose for doing things. Why was I born in this world?
I searched hard for the answer, but it seemed that I didn't have any more time to think...
Intention: