Twin flowers bloom at the entrance to hell and become the messengers of hell. But they are cursed existences after all, but the twin flowers only need to sacrifice one of them to make the other immortal.
I am immortal and have lost my memory. She came to me again and gave me a familiar feeling.
We have traveled together time and time again, helping each other on adventures and looking for "meteorites" from various places.
"I see my old self in you," she said. So before, she was just as ignorant as me. Did she need someone to protect her? What made her become like this...
I grew up in one ancient tomb adventure after another. When I stood on the high ridge and stood shoulder to shoulder with her, I understood...
Intention: The "I" in the article gradually matures and takes on important responsibilities.