There is an eternal night wasteland in my heart, full of dark thorns, which I have not shown to others for half my life.
Until that day, destiny rains down fire from heaven and burns out every pair of mortal eyes that look directly at it.
From now on, there is no one to rely on, no one to trust, and the steel knife that scrapes my bones in the world forces me to return to the wilderness, with bare hands, to fight against myself and then against the world.
... Until the waves of calamity are exhausted and the wasteland is sealed.
Intention: Only by hard luck can you win.