The Secret Keeper

On the towering white tower, the dazzling shadow of the black sunset swept through the city, like burning coals. Although memories have faded, the breath of home makes him feel peaceful. "Why are you standing here again, Ed?" the flame whispered. "You are just a repairman, a dream thief, a cyberpunk hacker from the steam age, a perpetually silent secret keeper—" "You are just a nobody, so you can become anyone. Just like those character cards in your hand:" "Investigators, madmen, painters, knights, kings… every kind of cipher, every curse…" "But who is the real you? Or, are you becoming yourself because of them?" "You should be a grey-blue rain, a wolf's howl under a blood-red moon, the dance of petals in the fire; an eternal illusion…"