At some point, I was forgotten by people. At first, I thought it was a joke.

However, as time passed, I realized it wasn't a prank. I couldn't accept it. Why couldn't anyone remember me? It felt as if someone had erased my very existence like a cruel joke.

Then, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

What if they don't remember me because I don't have a name?

Recently, I did lose my name after a ritual... and people stopped remembering me after that.

....

Then why do I even exist in this world? If no one knows me, is there even a reason to be alive?

Still, it's better to try everything I can before I die.

So that people can remember me, so that I won't be forgotten.

What on earth is going on? Why is nothing working?

I've tried using disasters, I've asked spiritual masters, I've done almost everything...

Is there simply no way for people to remember me, no way for me to not be forgotten?

What did I do wrong? I've worked so hard until now.

And now it's raining of all things. ..This just makes it sadder.

Since no one knows me anyway, no matter what I do...

..No. Even so, that's...

I lay down on the street.

I felt eyes on me, but I didn't care.

I'm leaving this world soon anyway, so let me do as I please for once.

I don't care anymore. Whether I end up in prison or go to hell to be punished, all I want is—

For just one person to remember me.

That one thing would be enough. It would be proof that I wasn't completely forgotten.

Of course, there's no way that's going to happen.

There's probably no one in this world as miserable and lonely as I am. Who could have even imagined it? That not a single person remembers you.

Please, anyone will do.

Don't die... hold onto me...

Recognize me.

Tell me I'm not forgotten...

Please, let me know.

Just a word saying you know me, or asking if I'm okay.

Please, call my name...

It's my final wish and desire before I die.