Everyone is gradually forgetting me, which is making me more and more Emptiness. It turns out that being remembered is also a source of strength.

As long as one is remembered, they are truly alive, even if their physical body has perished.

Why didn't I think of this sooner?

I cannot remain calm. This sorrow has made me weak, and I do not have enough strength to transform into a human form.

Don't come to see me now, I am very ugly.