Lore of track 15: Dol Dom tells Eun-ha everything he knows about the hungry ghost Agwi, who is behind the storms, after realizing she has been far too naive in the spirit world. [Intro] I finally came to see her, after all the things I've done. No need for thanks or praises, my deeds already shine like the sun. [Verse 1] She sits there with her customers, inside her little human world. She talks about the weather, while darker clouds are curled. Did she not feel the silence? Did she not hear the warning cry? The storm above this city is not just passing by. I wonder how she carries a gift she doesn't understand. She touches what is hidden, but never sees the greater plan. [Pre-Chorus] Yes, you heard it right, Eun-ha. The storm was not just weather. Something from the other side is gathering its strength again. [Chorus] Agwi is waking beneath the storm, a hunger growing without a name. He takes the memories of the lost, but no one knows what he became. Some say he eats the wandering ghosts, some say he carries what they leave. But when a thing refuses to move on, what kind of soul is left to breathe? [Verse 2] Long ago the ghosts were travelers, with stories they could not release. They carried pieces of a lifetime, until they finally found their peace. But Agwi broke the ancient order, he took what should have passed away. Every memory he swallowed changed what he would be someday. No one knows what waits inside him, no one knows what he will become. A ghost that lost its final ending, or something new that has begun. [Chorus] Agwi is rising beneath the storm, beyond the paths the spirits know. He takes what ghosts were meant to leave, and no one knows how far he'll grow. If he crosses that unseen border, if he becomes more than before, will this world still know the balance between the living and the lore? [Bridge] So listen now, little ghost-seer, the night is not as kind as it seems. Not every shadow seeks your mercy, not every whisper carries dreams. You saw the dead and felt no danger, you walked where others would retreat. Perhaps a little fear will teach you which doors were never yours to meet. [Outro] I watched the fear return to her. Good. Now she understands. Some things are not meant for human hands. Some truths are better left unmanned. I leave her with the storm above, with questions in her eyes. Perhaps she'll finally learn the lesson: not every ghost deserves a guide.
