Change Clothes for the Dead and Erect Monuments for the Forgotten

When do people really disappear? Not death. He was the last person to remember him and forget about him. My name is Chen Du and I work in a funeral home. My daily job is to sort out the remains of the deceased and let them leave with dignity. This job taught me one thing: death is not the end, forgetfulness is. Later I discovered that someone had been "arranged to be forgotten". There is an organization called the "Forgetting Administration" that has spent three thousand years systematically erasing traces of certain people's existence. Not murder, but something more radical - making a person never exist. And I am their vulnerability. Because before my sister disappeared, she left me a message. That sentence is like a seed buried deep in my consciousness, allowing me to remember those people who were eliminated by the Administration. But every time I remember someone, I lose a piece of my own memory. I gradually couldn't remember my sister's voice, her smile, or the color of the cake for her last birthday. But I remember one thing: I loved her. And this may be where memory ultimately reaches - not remembering all the details, but remembering the "important" one.