Gazing at the full moon, accompanied by bowls of sake, I wonder about the reasons behind existence. As the cold nightly wind blankets the moon with darkness, I slowly descend into the realm of the dead and the forgotten. There, I find their angers, wraths, despairs, and regrets soon engulf my mind with sorrowful words. I realize that for their sake, I am obligated to take their messages back with me to the realm of the living. Words, which I hope...
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