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When the light begins to descend to
the west bank at beautiful dusk inviting
sorrow for some of the injured souls,
there is one of the main characters of
this story. Wrestling with her thoughts,
distinguishing between illusion and reality,
her soul is dissolved and flies with the wind
completing the large eye bags around her
pupils. Her hands were reaching for
something that would never be achieved
until the last wave before silence created a
round figure beside her.

And the edge of a slight conversation
arguing the being or loss of someone's self,
subverting other innocent souls. She jumped
into the abyss with determination and
courage even though incomplete
consciousness flew with her there, imagining
where the incident that should have caused
the little body to die became a parasite for
her close range travel, ray of the sun come
through the clouds, with a scent of metallic
odor from the rock, she smiles as she know
her work finally over and so she sleeps forever.