"no matter how much I would call out to you, you would never reply"
Looking at the pendant around my neck, memories flow into my mind. But I can't see the face of the other who wore the same pendant as me.
Start: 17.08.2024
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Status: on-going!
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Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the entire room in a pale, ethereal glow. In the far corner, something gleamed, catching my eye. I approached it cautiously and discovered a box. Curiosity piqued, I lifted the lid. Inside, I found a collection of photographs, wilted flowers, and an emerald pendant. The pendant glimmered in the moonlight, its deep green stone hauntingly familiar.
As I sifted through the photographs, one in particular drew my attention-a picture of myself with a little girl. Her face stirred a memory, a fleeting sense of familiarity. Who was she? And why did this pendant feel so significant? The emerald shimmered, casting its light back into the room, as if holding secrets of its own. What was so special about this emerald?
Emeralds...
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