“Y'know, all these decades I had been some sort of blindfolded guardian, lost in the twilight halls of my own mind. Surrounded by so many mirrors, each reflection was bearing a piece of my true self... Yet, all I could do was to helplessly scream and desperately attempt to pull down the veil off my eyes. No matter how hard I tried, I could not budge that cloth even slightly, as if it was permanently attached to my face. There had been moments when that veil's grip had been growing weaker, allowing me to briefly glimpse the surface of said mirrors, only for death to arrive, dragging me to the kingdom come and putting a fresh blindfold on my eyes. Forcing me to live another life in another world... To make it worse, I hadn't realised it at all, living day after day in a blissful oblivion for nearly a century."