"Oh, I see, you are afraid of change, aren't you? You have been complacent for so long, so long that you don't want to think about what's beyond the mountains anymore... You even hate what's beyond the mountains.
You have sunk into your comfort, and whenever you think of what's beyond the mountains, you try to restrain the agitation in your heart to prevent your familiar life from being disrupted."
The Poet discovered the truth and laughed aloud, twisted and strange maggots crawled in his throat, rubbing against each other with a rustling sound.
"Shut up!"
The Stranger berated, stabbing the Fire Sword deeper until it pierced the ground.
"That's why you are so eager to destroy me. I am like a fire, igniting the desires in your heart, and you must find a way to extinguish it, but all of this... is too late."
The Poet looked like his scheme had succeeded, singing loudly.
"The fire has started!"
