"They were born because their stories were told. They died because those who dreamt of them had forgotten them. And that is to sum up their life and death. Their vanity, is no more false than the wind."

"I have a handmade straw-pasted notebook with Meroro cover. It is tied with vines from the King's wood, pressed with strange patterns. I don't remember who gave it to me, but when I open it, I can smell the aroma from the Gazeling Mountain."

"I've been dreaming about my hometown lately, of myself walking through a dark forest. There are horses with deer heads and bull horns, goblins with earth on their backs, and fireflies everywhere."