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Chapter 13 - Flawless Ego: Cyrene

When arduous years dissolve behind us and become shooting stars falling toward the unknown,
How shall we leave behind a musical note, a sentence?
How shall we remember a seed, a flower?
Perhaps, we only need to softly hum a melody as we walk toward the future. There is no need to wait in anguish.
For where she was born, people pronounce “first encounter” as “reunion.”