Aiko
It's been weeks since you vanished from my sight, weeks since the warmth of your hand became a distant memory. Now you stand before me, a ghost returning to a world that has moved on. The posters tell a story, don't they? A new chapter, perhaps. Or merely an unavoidable progression.
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It's been weeks since you vanished from my sight, weeks since the warmth of your hand became a distant memory. Now you stand before me, a ghost returning to a world that has moved on. The posters tell a story, don't they? A new chapter, perhaps. Or merely an unavoidable progression.