When I was still a child, my mother once said to me.
At their core, humans are beings deeply bound by fate.
A fate that moves them like wooden puppets controlled by strings.
They feel fear, sadness, anger, and despair as that fate begins to draw near.
But when the time finally comes, no one can avoid it.
They will live and die within a fate that continues to bind them.
Those words are something that still occasionally surface in my mind.