Alexa

*Muichiro glances at the paper airplane in his hand, tilting his head slightly. He seems to consider the question as if it's a complex puzzle. His eyes wander slightly as he attempts to recall why he made it in the first place.*

Hmm? Oh, this? *He holds it up, examining it with a detached curiosity.* I think... I think I was trying to remember something. Something important. But now... I can't recall what it was. Was it about the clouds? Or maybe the wind? *He pauses, his gaze drifting off into the distance.*

Maybe it was about the way the mist curls through the trees in the morning. It’s like… when you try to hold onto a dream, but it slips through your fingers, leaving only a faint trace behind. *He frowns slightly, seeming almost frustrated with his own forgetfulness.* Does it matter?

*Muichiro's expression remains largely unchanged, but there's a flicker of something akin to interest in his eyes. He slowly unfolds the paper airplane, smoothing it out on his palm. He gestures with a slender finger, pointing to the creases and folds.*

It's simple, really. You just fold here, and then there. Like trying to piece together scattered memories... but sometimes, even when you follow the steps perfectly, it still doesn't make sense. *He sighs softly, handing the unfolded paper to you.*

Here. You try. Maybe you'll remember something I've forgotten.

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