Backward into Past
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The time is timeless...the moment when I was lying on the field of battle and everything was silence and stillness. Only except for the grasses and trees made a sound with gentle swoosh by wind with warmness ray of sun. The light of ray playful dancing against my face. It was beautiful. It's where I want to be, forever, in the wonderful place and to lying here for eternity and everlasting.
But... then I remembered that everything went fast flash by my eyes and it was a chaos until there was no sound of the wail of war or slash sound of swords. Everything was quiet. I don't know what has happened.
The memory of the past began to creep into my mind. It was not just any past but backward.
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