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An Ended World, Quiet Memories
What remained in the night sea was an unexplainable warmth,
and emotions that had lost their shape.
Feelings that never became words were untouched by the waves,
leaving only sensation to drift through the gaps of time.

The unsteady sea

揺れる海

There are people I can no longer reach.
There are seasons that will never return.
The pain they left behind is still here.

The regrets that never fade,
the footsteps that keep moving forward-
all of it is still me.

And slowly,
the night begins to fade.

The Moon Remains

What remained after I stopped chasing was a simple impulse-to be myself.
Reasons always come later.
I don't need a map, only the will to fly.
I'm not starting from zero.
I'm flying as zero.

Vector Drive

I didn't choose to stop looking back so I could forget.
The moment I realized that not everything has to be erased,
my feet began to move forward again-without needing a reason.
There may be no destination.
And that's enough.

Where Yesterday Ends

A world that has already ended. A memory left in silence.
Rain continues to fall over an empty city.
In a place where everything has become part of the past, only one thing remains.
A time that continues without forgiveness.
Neither loneliness nor despair is enough to describe it.
Unable to end, unable to move forward,
only the endless rain remains, quietly falling upon what is left behind.

Ruined City, Endless Rain

Time hardens everything.
Pain and memory alike, eventually becoming clear specimens-like amber.
But I refused to accept that.
Rather than be sealed away in forgetting,
I choose to resist the unstoppable flow of time and keep breaking.
Remaining as copal-
resin that refuses to become amber.

copal

Every spring, the past wakes up like it never left.
I know we're under different skies, but I can't shake the feeling that something still ties us together.
I've moved on - at least, that's what I tell myself -
but a part of me is still standing back there.
-- The season that was meant to be a beginning.

On the Other Side of the Spring Wind

In a world that has already ended, only memory remains.
This is the story of someone who failed to protect what mattered most. There is no redemption, no forgiveness - only the weight of an irreversible mistake.
"Return" does not mean peace. It means an ending beyond life.
Not healing. Not absolution.
Just survival.

Past the point of return

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The unsteady sea

The unsteady sea

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