[Characters may be OOC, so be careful!]
I was born in nothingness, and when I opened my eyes, the world was already like this.
Wars continued and lamentations arose.
"Fire can't burn everything, let alone a war?" My friend said.
"However, once it burns, it will not stop, and the burned things will not be restored. Why do people still want to put it out regardless of the consequences?" I asked, but my friend just smiled: "There are always places it can't reach."
That was the last time we saw each other until many years later I understood what it meant.
I am not good at communication. The few friends I made were either missing or no longer alive.
Intention: The past is the path that supports you and me moving forward