Flower wants valley to remember, Moon
wants sky. Stream wants mountain to remember, Rain wants desert. Shore wants
sea to remember, Flame wants dark.
That she stood there. He existed
for her like no one else did. Like she had never existed before. As breath for
life, as elixir for pain. As a recurring thought that keeps one awake at night.
He came placidly from nowhere and dismantled her pieces. Then putting her together into someone she most
recognized, his very own reflection.
Will he remember this, all this?
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