All creatures have an instinct to yearn for realms they cannot reach.
Deep-sea fish long for the sun, land animals yearn for the sky, and humans yearn for all unknown territories.
And what the dead yearn for yet cannot have, is precisely the privilege of the living—the chance to start over and the tomorrow.
——Saying they will fight to the end, yet unwilling to abandon a body not suited for battle.
——Never thought of discarding the eyes that watch others, the ears that listen to words, the hands that touch others, a body that grows and progresses, and reproduces the next generation.
——Clearly there are still people accompanying them.
——Clearly wanting to find happiness with another.
——We can no longer do it.
——We are already dead.
The undead harbored deep in the cerebral cortex collectively express their envy and hatred towards the living, their lingering attachments in this world ferment into myriad words, morphing into resentful accusations.
