Author's Note

"What is the purpose of my existence? What do I live for? Will it matter if i stop existing?" 500 years of pondering on questions as such, the Wanderer gets an opportunity to find his answers. The truth often seems distant and unobtainable, much like attaining divinity was for a mere puppet, but it is never too late. Someone will always be there, even if the Wanderer knows not. For the kabukimono once had impacted a dove. And y/n won't rest till the wanderer receives what the kabukimono deserved.