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In a time swallowed by flames, then spat out by cold winds...
There was a city called Elmore, a city the world knew for laughter and colors, before it was folded into the book of war. Its walls crumbled, its streets lost their names, and only the echoes of trapped souls remained. Amidst this ruin, there was a boy who walked with steps that knew the way but ignored the end, carrying on his shoulders a memory heavier than the rubble, and eyes searching for faces that existed only as images within him.
That boy... was named Gumball.
He was not alone on his journey, for a girl from a world that knew war only by its stories accompanied him-her eyes seeking light within his darkness, her hands always reaching out to pull him back from the edge of collapse. Along their path, the past peeked through the ruins: the childhood home, the school once bursting with life, corners where love and friendship were once known... until he found her-a familiar spirit, the ghost of a friend named Carrie, trapped between two worlds.
Carrie saw the dead as if they were alive, but he saw in them only another departure he refused to relive. She invited him to visit those he had lost, to bid them farewell as befits those he loved-but inside, he screamed:
"I am the last survivor, what about my wounds? What about the wars that never ceased within me?"
And despite his stubbornness, her words left a different scar... a scar that made him certain the past only leaves if you let it. They parted ways