God has sent a tragic song. In the corner where no one can see, I attach myself to you greedily and attachedly. Like a dodder flower, I absorb everything from you, your scent, and your life.
The gods will not blame me for blaspheming you, because we are as dirty as if we share the same blood.
(Because it expires as written, so let's leave it at that)
Purpose: Life is not without hope
