I didn't have an urn, so I put my beloved in an empty box of painkillers.
The box was empty. My beloved slipped away through the cracks.
[Case File: Killing the Bird]
I drowned in the moon,
and from then on, I no longer dared to look at the sea.
[Confession]
When I was losing my mind, I could no longer see my beloved.
I kissed him frantically, searching everywhere for his heartbeat.
The crowd drew back. Endless, hoarse, discordant sounds drifted over from the other side of the rain, and the piercing sirens froze everything in place.
Not guilty? ...Not guilty?
I stared at the ceiling, my hands and feet tied to the bed.
Just like a dog.
[Record of Interview]
I am both the witness and the villain.
I am a compulsive liar. From now on, my crimes are beyond redemption.
"He killed the white dove."
P.S. First-person narration from the perspective of a mentally ill patient.
"I" experience hallucinations, and in severe episodes, even enter the Otherworld.
The gong and shou love each other deeply and can live happily together forever in any form. Open ending.
Theme: They don't care about the truth. They only care about what kind of madman I am.
