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Living can be hard. Living can be hell. Living can be beautiful. Living can be all of this and nothing. Living is what and who we love. Sometimes, it is easy to look into further life with hope. But in those darkest moments, there is always a ray of hope. This story is about hope. This story is about all the people who lost it, shattering their reality and trying to navigate through broken mess and glue the pieces. Sometimes, I feel life is never real. I want to be wrong. I want to feel the beauty of spring blossoms and the night sky. I want to feel the beauty of far-away stars who hold the secrets of millions of loved ones who passed away, who loved, dreamed, lived. I want to feel alive...
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Moth

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

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