• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 05
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Wake

I remember it well; the sky that reflected the water below, where the smell of pine scented your hair as the wind passed through it. The embrace of the rising sun comforted me as I sat admiring the view I would never forget.

You emerged from the depths, trying to see through the curtain of crystal droplets falling from your hair. Your smile could light a thousand of our lifetimes, and in that moment I knew I was at home.

I opened my eyes to meet the crack of light coming through my curtains.

All dreams must come to an end.

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