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Darkness.

It surrounds you.

It's all you've ever known for the past two thousand years.

You're completely alone.

That's how it's always been.

This is your punishment.

However, someone new arrives.

You don't remember him, but he remembers you.

He hugs you and you hug back.

You feel like he's special to you.

He points to the ring on your hand, then points to the ring on his.

You soon realize who he is to you.

But then, he turns to dust.

And you're alone again.

Nothing ever stays for long.

Except you.

"I'm so sorry."


I know.











I'm sorry too.

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