“In the dark abyss of mans soul is lust, a demon easily repelled by the inner thinkings of a normal social person,” -ichi
Introduction: Lost without Memories
Losing something Sacred is to vanish the meaning of existance, I have lost and with what I have lost, I entend to help others gain…sort of the reason for these markings I have left on the door of my memory. Following me furthur is left to the consent of your inner self, your conscience if you will.
To proceed please wait for the second installment.
You may think this rather odd to setup my images in such a mundane way, but for me this will give me the time that I need.
I will leave you a riddle/poem if you will, I entend reviel the meaning to in the next chapter.
With red lips I kiss the dragon,
How sweet the taste of flames
This interal fire I entend to quinch
Will surely kill me apon this wench
