Prologue: A Gap in Pseudo Paradise

Everyone is born into this world to be loved, that is a universal law.

A definitive proof.

Many forget about this law dictated by the universe: parents who break it, couples that tarnish it, but above all, those who trample over it as a child throwing a tantrum over a field of the purest white lilies.

Everyone is born into this world to be loved, that is a universal law.

And yet, even still, it behaves as a ripple on water, wavering, or quivering as butterfly wings.

Love is sweet, yet more like fresh fruit than candy or confectionery. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other.

Love can come in many shapes, just as the universe dictates. Different meanings are attached; it evolves, it changes, it transforms, it warps, it dies, it blooms. A sick poison killing you from the inside out while a tender soothing nectar to fill an empty void with tenderness and warmth.

Even if the taste is of dead rats, it’s ethereal and almost saint-like.

Will one day they have a different flavour?

Love is the most significant thing in a living being’s life.

These dead rats are definitive proof.

Even if the sun and moon disappear from the sky, those dead rats will bring comfort.

Be it behind that closed door, that empty space. A place where light and shadow intertwined, that plate would be waiting to nurture the roots of this love.

If those dead rats were to disappear…

“Your paradise would cease to exist, wouldn’t it?”