The Singer and the Year of Burial

I opened my eyes. The wind is noisy, the puppets are performing in dramas, the fire of karma burns the skin, and unexpected people knock on the door of the space. Nobles, demons, elves, giants, vampires... What kind of world is this? Where are my memories lost? When the devil tore open the night and the wooden door in the dream was about to move, I listened to the cry of my soul. I must find myself before everything is buried.