The Devouring Element of This Era of Vientiane

He woke up at the age of eighteen when he lost his memory, and was thrown into a different world full of unknowns. There was no plague there, but malice towards existence was everywhere. When he was at a loss, someone taught him how to survive, and someone gave him strength. But when he was the only one left, what was the final answer? The soul of a foreign land is forgotten in the mottled mist The dagger in the forest breaks at the softness of the rope The eulogy of life is lost in the maze of iron and whip In the end, the flame swallows up everything. It is not angry, it just tries to provoke a war of liberation. When you lose all memory and come to another world on your eighteenth birthday, the question "Who am I?" Is repeated over and over again. When all the answers that once gave you strength are found to be wrong, and the burning flames finally climb into civilization again, it no longer matters whether it is right or wrong. You carry out your ultimate belief and never go back to the past.