It is a land that was reborn in flames... It is white, just like how it is in my memories.

Before everything ended, I remember seeing a person in long clothes... I didn't manage to say thank you in time...

White Night... up high.

That which comes from hell... should return to hell.

I burned my aunt's dress, and branches by mistake... It must have troubled her plenty... I'm sorry...

It was a crack of thunder and lighting... But the look in her eyes... told me that everything was fine.

I like it... but I don't understand... It'll be great if I can just space out and not think about anything.

I don't understand... What's the meaning of existence? What is... the meaning?

The energy inside the Colossus and the purgatory flames here are... very similar.

Aren't you afraid of the power of the purgatory? How fascinating...

I... I'm not opposed to being here. Your gaze is unlike that of other people as it doesn't give me that stinging hypocritical sensation.

Is it possible that there is a bigger hell that contains hell?

I envy these liberated souls.

Be purified—

To the void...

The purgatory capacity is at its limit—

Everyone, stay away from me.

T-the pain... It's going out of control...

Is this power or a curse!?

Don't look at me like that! This is hell!!

I am in an incorporeal state again. No, maybe this is the normal state of life. Just like how some aunties like to live in a humble cage, maybe I am doomed to curl up here and talk to myself.

Still making these pointless efforts.

Alchemy... Stars.

The New Year... isn't a happy one.

Born in a burning coffin, wandered the barren land. Look at those broken limbs, there is no fairness, no meaning.

I've seen it burn down civilizations—yes, the very thing underneath your feet. Perhaps you do have the talent to cleanse sins...

Don't comfort me because I'm not sad. Don't give me your superficial care like those others. Please, don't. Just leave me alone.

My skin and face have recovered and healed. I am a lifeform that goes against the flow. However, my once shattered body will have cracks for all of eternity...

The apocalypse assaulted me, like a bamboo thorn rammed under my nails. Even now, it is still pressing against my chest, except it is pushing outwards from the inside...

Papa, mama... Although my body is ravaged with wounds and pain, I now have a reason to continue fighting... Please continue to enwrap me until the day we are reunited...

Do you want to hear an old story? A story of how I died and entered purgatory?

My chest is a well. It is a flame prison that burns forever, inflicting a bone-piercing pain. Do you know what is locked inside? Do you want to tear it open and take a peek?

Come closer and lie against my chest. Do you hear it? That's the sound of the flames of the past... Now, step back before you also descend into purgatory.

It would be great if I could stay in the barrel forever... I won't hear any wailing or screaming there.

Another boring job... I hope no one will come supervise...

Is someone speaking... or am I hearing things again?

The New Year... isn't a happy one.

You're here again. You're always on-time, unlike death who makes sudden visits.

Is a new day ahead of me again? What is the purpose of experiencing all this...

The flame prison has calmed down slightly for now... There will probably be more harsher sounds to come.

At this hour... Those who should sleep are asleep, and those who should be awake are awake... My chest hurts.

The New Year... isn't a happy one.

I'm Uriel. I'm just burning my life aimlessly. You can try to give my body a purpose, but don't get your hopes up.

... Why did you give me this?

Sorry, this... I'm not sure if I like it.

Oh? This seems interesting.

Oh, I guess... I kind of like this. Thank you.

You shall see the doom again...

Usher you into the new hell...

My chest is going to burst...

I was born in a burning coffin and wandered on this land of nothingness. Now I live in a cage called White Night.

Maybe we all died the day the war broke out, and everything we see now is a bubble before our souls are destroyed. That would be too boring.

I never look back because I have already died once, twice—no, countless times. I have become one with purgatory, never straying too far from hell.

I'm afraid not even ashes will remain...