She could remember everything with crystal-clear clarity, but still, she felt like she didn't belong here.
As if she was trapped in a statue, unable to move or escape. The feeling gnawed at her relentlessly. Her memories grew stronger with each passing moment, but they also became more and more unbearable.
Souls were more than just a collection of memories. When the dead were reincarnated, they didn't bring their memories with them.
Death, in all its various forms, had a sacred duty to rip away the memories of the dead souls. After the establishment of the Seven Holy Spirits theory, this became the most important authority of the Holy Spirit—the Dead—to make the dead forget.
On the other hand, the shape of a soul in each incarnation was shaped by the memories of that particular life. It was a delicate balance, and if the form of the body and soul didn't match, it would trigger a dangerous madness, like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
