(⠀VOLUME 003. Memories and Encounters⠀)
where i met you once more.
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in the quiet of forgotten places,
i found you again—
an old companion shaped by duty,
steadfast even as years slipped past.
time carried us apart without asking,
then folded us back into the same moment.
what we built once still breathed beneath the dust,
waiting for our hands to remember.
memories stirred, not what it used to be,
but as living, breathing things that refused to fade.
the land listened as we walked it again,
recognizing footsteps it never forgot.
we did not return as we once were,
but as we had become.
and in that shared silence,
home opened its doors.
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[ volume 003. finished ]
[ rewrite. finished ]
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