Pale Fragments
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An alien Robot came to me before she left to die. She sang to me the stories of how her ancient world and species ended, how she was created to travel through Time, how (in the far future) she met an essential boy named Anders, how she named herself Grace, and more.
"They departed like the pale fragments of a final twilight in the history of a dying world."--Ray Bradbury, "Dandelion Wine"
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