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

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

Then, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

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

Recently, I did lose my name after performing a ritual. ..And ever since then, people haven't been able to remember me.

....

Then why do I even exist in this world? If no one knows me, is there even a reason to stay 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 does nothing work, no matter what I do?

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

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

What did I do wrong? I've lived my life so diligently until now.

The weather is a mess, raining like this. ..It just makes me sadder.

Since no one knows me anyway, it doesn't matter what I do...

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

I lay down on the street.

I could feel 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 get punished in hell, all I want is—

For just one person to remember me.

That one thing would be enough. It would be proof that I haven't been forgotten.

Of course, there's no way that would happen.

There's probably no one in this world as resentful 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... please 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, is enough.

Call my name...

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