Prologue
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In that field where no life can be found, someone under the sky is burried..
When the rain poured and the thunder roar, after a very long time, that place was forgotten. No feet has ever step into that land again.
The songs that we used to hear from people who told us who love us, slowly faded. The fragrance of the flowers that we usually smell during a yearly occasion gradually disappeared. Only the chirping of the birds, and the drifting of the cold wind were left.
The leaves on that tree are dying and drying. When the sun is up, the heat is hitting the ground giving hope to the life that is beneath them. The life that was once missing may someday be found, in whatever means. Maybe after thousands of years.
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I was just waiting for someone to remember me from their heart, not just someone who will casually mention my name in a story.
Anything that can be offered, as long as it is purely from the heart, will be accepted.
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and then, I can be free.
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