Iron vines covered the photo of the boy. These vines don't wither away in winter, but instead entwine whatever they cover in purple flowers. The house was completely sealed in by these vines.
They were the chains that kept me locked inside the house.
The vines that bind my hands must mean that I'm still somehow trapped within that house.
If you can break the curse of that house, maybe the iron vines binding my hands will break as well.
Maya's Memory
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少年の写真を覆っていた植物。
鉄線花・・・テッセン。
その蔓（つる）は冬も枯らすこと
なく、絡まるものを覆いつくし、
一面に紫色の花を咲かせる。
まるで、あの家に施された封印。
私のあの家に縛り付ける鎖。
この両手の戒（いまし）めも、
私がまだあの家に囚われている
印なのかもしれない・・・
あの家の呪いを解くことが
できれば、私を縛りこの
テッセンの戒めも・・・ きっと・・・