There is a violent passion.

It will end with a violent end.

I should know.

A love story plays before my own life story.

She is Rebecca.

The youngest sister in my family.

He is David.

The oldest among my childhood friends.

Chaos ensures peace.

Brown eyes grow wide with shock.

Am I a matchmaker?

Or a baker of disaster?

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

The love between the ram and the lion divides my family.

I could not say anything.

Even when trouble boils inside my head and heart.

Both Rebecca and David could not hear our family's cry for forgiveness.

Rebecca and David's heads are stuck in the luscious soil of Viena.

I gain a brother who bites back.

Thank you, me for being the worst sister in the underworld.

Between the ram and the lion, it will woe over time.

It is true.

Two years of numbing silence between two sisters.

Two years of walking around eggshells to avoid trouble.

Even so, ghosts of the past are between foe and friend.

I try to forget.

I try to move on and let it go.

It is not my problem.

To Rebecca, am I alive?

Or am I dead?

What can I do?

Friend, tell me?

What would you suggest?

Pretend nothing has happened?

Confront it like a knight battling a dragon?

The ram and the lion give me, a dilemma.

I am not ready to say goodbye.

Not to the past.

I want to say goodbye to the present.

What about the rest of my family?

Do they not have a say in this?

Rebecca believes that they do not.

David is the chaos.

Why do I trust my sister?

Friend, I beg of you.

Why?

Please answer me.

How does the rest of my family have to wait?

Is it true that time heals woe?

Or is it absolute nonsense?

Better yet, can I rewrite the stars?

What if I change the future?

What if Rebecca and David actually listen?

Pictures do show a thousand words.

But, the ram and lion are too blind to see.

Please remember.

Forget the bad.

Remember the good.

Why do they not answer?

Rebecca snips our family off.

Will I be next?

Prayers to the heavens above are not answered.

Rebecca, you are free to live with David.

Just do not lie to me.

Do not lie to our family.

Do not lie to anyone else.

So, help me.

David, you are supposed to be my friend.

Once, we trust you.

But, you lie.

You deceive me with the promise of friendship.

I welcome you into the family and my life.

Little do I know, I bring secrets into the world.

Rebecca and David play a dangerous game.

Is it a game of truth?

Or is it a game of deceit?

Do not dare to play.

I do not wish to play with you.

Do you know what game I want to play?

Let me tell you, Rebecca.

Let me tell you, David.

A game of honesty.

No.

Not just honesty.

A game of facing trouble.

Does anyone want to play me?

Rebecca?

David?

It will drive you, mad.

I do not care about the consequences.

As I say, it will end with a violent end.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

I cut the safety lines.

Come on, Rebecca.

You have done that.

What are you afraid of, sister?

What are you afraid of, ram?

What about you, David?

What are you afraid of, brother?

What are you afraid of, lion?

Better yet, what are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for?

Hunger for knowledge overwhelms me.

It is changing the course of my own life story.

It ripples through the passage of time.

Where does it lead?

Will it lead to more chaos?

Or will it lead to forgiveness?

It is my desire.

My wish is to reunite the family.

How to do it?

Patience?

Prayer?

Time?

Get your heads out of the soil.

Can you hear me, Rebecca?

Can you hear me, David?

No, not hear me.

Listen.

Listen to me.

Listen to us.

Our family misses you.

We miss you.

See us.

We are still standing.

No matter how hard you push, we will still stand.

Do not forget, Rebecca.

You are part of the family.

Blood runs thicker than water.

Do not forget.

What about you, David?

Why do you want to marry into the family?

Remember this.

Blood runs thicker than water.

Better yet, what do you actually care about?

This question is for you, sister.

It is for you, ram.

It is for you, Rebecca.

Lies or Truth?

Deceit or Honesty?

Punishment or Forgiveness?

Hurt or Heal?

Sin or Virtue?

Nonfamily or Family?

Pride or Modesty?

Misery or Contentment?

Trouble or Peace?

Love or Hate?

Secrets or Knowledge?

Madness or Sanity?

Trust or Mistrust?

Kindness or Meanness?

Cruelty or Compassion?

Fraud or Integrity?

Which one?

You can pick one.

Which one would you pick?

If your own life was on a thread, which one would you pick?

It is not hard.

It is easy.

One.

Two.

Three.

Rebecca, pick one.

No?

You have nothing to say?

Is David giving you, the world?

Does my new brother show you, a different side?

Will Rebecca answer the questions?

Better yet, she does not have to say anything.

Do not dare to answer.

What is the point?

What is the point if you do not answer?

Rebecca and David have nothing to say.

They hide behind their special place in the south.

Are they cowards?

Or are they heroes?

Would it be good to hide?

Would it be good to fight?

What to do?

How to change the love story?

How to change the life story?

Is it time to cut the wall?

Is it time to leave it alone?

All of these questions are left unanswered.

All of these questions are maddening.

A dilemma is threatening to crush to rubble.

It is weighing my mind and heart.

Many speak to me that it is not mine.

It is mine to have and behold.

It is to be let go.

It needs to be released far, far away.

My feet know that I cannot run.

I cannot run from trouble.

My feet remained still.