Today, I enter the deep forest they call "time." The afterimage of darkness that rustles inside me couldn't continue to support your shoulder as you proceed, I stare at the needles of pine lying on the ground. When will I catch up to you, who flies so high above these trees. People cry out for they cannot fly. The people who no longer smell earth, and feel the wind. Like a useless print, it's people who fear being alone. But soon, the pile of debris will decay on its own, and be washed by the rain, and the forest will be calm again. The dull brown line of larch forms a mysterious curve at times. As I look up at the sky, countless lines of light hover through the wind. The afterimage of the sky full of clouds slowly heads to the north. An instant, it felt like your heart shed me some light. Even with my heart full of despair, I smiled.
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