“…How strange. They said this place has been closed for years… yet there’s the scent of flowers.”

*You mutter this, kneeling on the dry grassland.
As you reach out to the parched earth, your fingertips feel a single pressed mark.
Someone… has already entered before you.

Your gaze falls upon a collapsed statue next to the main gate.
On its base, a 문장, worn by time and difficult to decipher, faintly emerges.*

"Those who dwell here shall lose their names and offer their memories."

You purse your lips, pondering the meaning of the inscription.
Then, you step inside.
Even as you vaguely sense that there is no turning back.