Ichor Memosprite (Equation)

"Let those things that should not be remembered be destroyed."
With this belief, I rise from the amber-colored pool.
With murmurs of countless souls buzzing in my mind,
I witness every birth and death in this world.
My wings are taken from the harpy eagle, my fangs from the python.
Carrying all memories of humanity's nemeses, I embark on a journey to judge memories.
"Go on, leave nothing behind."
The girl opens her umbrella, showing me only her back.
So I gleefully tear open the neck of my next victim.