I walk to the ends of the world
In search of another human, another person.
Whether I find that other person,
Fate will decide.
The decaying gray sky
It's as if it has deserted me as well.
A sunrise and sunset,
Yet no one to share it with.
Who am I?
Seto is not a name, but more so
It is just a label, plastered on this
Living being just for convenience.
For what good would a name do
If it doesn't distinguish you from anything else?
Time seems to travel on endlessly.
If Adam didn't have Eve,
Would he become like me?
Perhaps this is the world that did not make it.
Perhaps Eve could only appear in one world,
The only hope, given to an only entity
So am I doomed to die?
My life has been cursed
Yet I walk on.
My memories kept to myself
Yet I still experience them.
For what purpose?
For what purpose was I born!
What! What!
"Who's is it? Is someone there? I can hear you breathing."
"It's me…"
"Me who?"
"I-it's me. Seto."
Finally, I've found my purpose.
Finally, someone like me
But...different.
"And my name is…"
I'm not alone.
Fin