It's easy to lose the sight of what we're doing.

Stuck in the monotonous cycle of life, every day is alike with another.

Where are we now? We get frightened and insecure. Then we look at the past, bridging our present and we feel safe, once again.

The safety is fickle, as we get lost again and again because the present is never idle. It moves forward, time that is, and whether we want it or not, we follow.

It's like there's a wall behind us, constantly pushing us forward, so even if we're standing on the same spot, we are moving forward and we change, and even if we don't, the time does.

Then we realize, we're left behind as we look at the others. There's also a similar wall behind them, but they're not dragged by the wall. They move on their own, but we don't and then, they're so far ahead, we lose the sight of them.

And without others as a compass, we lose our path. We try to catch up on the path untaken. Our road is only ours to take. We can't use others' path as a foothold.

But where does it lead, our path, that is?

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The story follows Vasco Damasco, the transmigrated youth who took his own life and got himself into an unknown world.