Everything seems to be an arrangement of fate, and there is no way to escape it. Physically mutilated and psychologically distorted, it was as if he was trapped in a dark quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness, unable to extricate himself. I really want to cut off my paralyzed legs, carve out my rotten heart, and bask in the sun. I hope he can sprout new seeds, live again, let them go, and let himself go.
Intent: The dark soul struggles in countless dark nights, praying for salvation, but cannot extricate itself.