Prologue

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It was a summer day.

The heat was suffocating.

The cicadas kept chirping.

The smell of roses.


A reminiscent dream,

That he can't shake off,

Nor Remember.

Fresh grass brushes his fingers,

Trees are wavering,

The wind is ceasing.

An encounter,

Its beginning.

Its end.


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