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Archive Record D-2147. Transcription Unit: KIV-03 "Mirai". Accessed: November 23, 2083
She discovered it by chance, tucked between incomplete weather data and a collection of chat fragments from the early 21st century. The file carried no metadata, no sender, no times...
First evening, then night, then waking alone. A tremble at dawn, no joy to be shown. A tired thought, then a spark burning bright. Then day, then evening, and back into night.
A tremble at morning, so quiet, so bare. The spark from before is no longer there. A tired...
The air was warm as he stepped into the narrow apartment. Inside, they were already seated at the table. Some of them he knew well, others escaped him. Names, faces – blurred at the edges. Laughter, drinks, talk. Voices flowing together, a b...
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