Oh my, what are you doing here? Are you lost? You’re making a face like you’re about to cry.
Your eyes still hold the sparkle of life. Isn’t it still too soon for you to come here?
Come, we’ll play with you! We were just starting to get bored. I’ll show you:
Turn this small toy box up side down — see here, look! It’s all talkative, worthless junk! This box is brimming full of such stories, but every now and then you can find a tale shining with light…
My favorite stories are those of destruction. The way things lead up to it is beautiful. The ones I like are the ones about the death of a sweet romance. I ended up collecting couples’ love stories.
I wonder if this box has everything? It is like a forbidden fruit that births fantasies.
Turn this small toy box up side down — see, these ones aren’t even worthy of pity! They’re just junk. You don’t even need to dig that deep into them to see they held slumbering stories…
‘Hey, after we play, are you gonna return home? Or will you die…?’
…like us, a young brother and sister that lost their way.
Escaping into death’s embrace is so easy. But, it is something you can do anytime. The two of us will never know the true meaning of tomorrow, and so we chase the past, pretending that we are still alive…
“The inviting brother and sister were beings that had been consumed by this place. They were immature, weak, foolish. Drunk on their reproved love, they forfeited their future. However, the beings that were beyond depraved were…”