EPILOGUE

Depending on the decisions you make, life carries on.

Perhaps I made a wrong choice in the past about my way of living

Maybe because God punished me for that mistake.

And now I have to live by that punishment.

I'm not sure if I'm given a second opportunity, or being punished by having to live this life. But whether it is or not, I still consider it to be God's punishment on me.

Or maybe rather... A curse.

I therefore lived this life according to how Gods above intended, even from the beginning.

There, I somewhat had a reason to live; A reason to live this life.

I figured it was fine even if I had forgotten how I had previously lived. I had no idea of my past experiences or who I was.

As a newborn, I was still newly formed person with brand- new memories.

But I suppose God loved me to the point that he gave me another damn punishment--

I just acknowledge that this world isn't what it seemed to be as I thought. Strange.

Something tragic may have happened for me to experience this, I already knew it. I already expected it.

However, despite the fact that I knew everything, I still continue to act and live this life in silence as---

But what is this?

Why is this happening? This shouldn't be what I asked. This isn't supposed to be happening. I wasn't supposed to feel like this.

Something is changing. It's dangerous. Something big is happening. It's different but familiar.

Why do I feel like I’m not the one moving… but being moved?

There are voices in the silence now. Whispering. Laughing. Mourning.

I see shadows before I see light.

And every time I close my eyes… I’m there again.

The garden. The blood. The cold.

A name I don’t recognize, yet ache to remember.

A face blurred behind the veil of my memory: smiling… or screaming?

Fragments? Bloodshed? All of the above. Everything is so vivid, I can't comprehend nor understand any of them. It's not visions, it's not fragments, neither past-life memories.

What are those?

I can't describe it clearly, my throat is always empty. I never often speak out loud.

Why is this always happening. It's all too familiar, I can't sense anything original.

What am I becoming into?

Why is she doing this?

What's going to happen to them?

Wait- what did I think of again?

This isn’t life. This is a repetition.

I am not living. I am repeating.

And perhaps, I was never meant to escape.

The curse was not the punishment.

It was the mercy.