Third Person (ENGLISH Version)

The past. Love. Memories.

Deception... And so many mysteries, still waiting to be unraveled.

...One is gentle, almost impossibly kind.

The other—like color and light, vivid enough to brighten even the darkest places.

But if the flame could be so fragrant, so soft, so sweet...

perhaps I would willingly become a moth, if only to taste its radiance just once—

....before my wings are consumed, and my body is burned to ash in the fire.