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If Time Were a Flower

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"Mama, I want to hear another story!" "My sweet girl, how about a story about time?" "Time... what is it?" "Time, my dear, is like a flower." "Like the dandelions blooming in the fields?" "Yes, just like dandelions. Time grows, blossoms, and bears fruit. We call its petals 'moments.'" "And then what happens?" "Then, it withers into a thousand pieces, leaving seeds that drift everywhere..." "Mama, does that mean it becomes the 'future'?" "Guess what it turns into after that?" "It turns into so many flowers, blooming into a vibrant sea of blossoms, right?" The mother didn't have time to answer as the sunlight from the window warmed the girl's face. That gentle figure vanished once more into her dream. She opened her eyes— "If time were a flower..." she murmured. "It would surely become a sea of flowers," said the serene girl. "Of course it would!" Exclaimed the playful girl, cheering at her masterpiece.

For Tomorrow's Journey

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The hands of the compass keep turning until they point to the moment of dreams. The Asdana system, overflowing with memoria, glows with a soft light outside the train's windows. The frontier prison within is currently engulfed in the fires of war. "Hey guys, what do you suppose the world within the dream would look like?? I must meticulously map it out!" The girl, packing away her surveying tools, gazes at the new world within reach, filled with anticipation. "That place is a mess. Don't you run off once we get there. I won't have you two getting kidnapped again..." The man in cowboy attire grumbles as he cleans his weapon, then walks over to the sofa with a drink, shaking his head in resignation. "The Land of the Dreams promises infinite possibilities. We'll surely make our mark... Hey, conductor, if we fall in love with that place and never return, would you miss us?" The Nameless dressed like a gentleman winks at Pom-Pom, smiling. "'You can't joke at the conductor's expense like this!' Is that what you want to say, conductor?" The girl's mischievous grin spreads across her face. "You guys are! So! Mean!" Bubbles drift up and down in the glass as the Express fills up with joyful laughter. ... The youthful silhouettes of these Nameless get gradually swallowed by memoria. "Have a... safe... trip...please..." When the conductor turns their head, the Express is already empty. The conductor stands frozen, this scene hauntingly familiar, as if lived through countless times before.

Good Night and Sleep Well

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The dim light outlines the dust tracks, As a young girl mumbles sweetly in her sleep. A silent figure appears behind her. "Well, well, well, you're cuter without those glasses — I knew it." The guitarist stares at her sleeping face, muttering to herself: "Good night, the genius girl that worries a lot."

Baptism of Pure Thought

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The afternoon sunshine is just right, and the floral scents fill the air. Though he tries to keep his thoughts pure, cognitive stagnancy inevitably attracts particulates of mind like gathered dust. "Healing one's thoughts is just as vital as the maintenance of one's health." The fools' clamoring fades alongside fatigue as he sinks into the water, letting all thoughts loose, his mind elucidated and ordered. "Truth eludes all filths, accepting only those of pure thoughts."

Destiny's Threads Forewoven

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Destiny always tows the masses onward without reason, and she lurks within the darkness, waiting to inscribe the most crucial of instants. Sorting, matching, shuffling, drawing... She simulates fate's hand in how it manipulates all variables for the masses, seeking the trajectory of truth beneath the visage of a disorderly exterior. Finally, when all the characters are in their place, she brushes over the card faces that are in stasis and assembles the unfathomable truth. "Still missing a card... So, I'll add one in."

Past Self in Mirror

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She once loved to seal the moment when plum blossoms were on the verge of wilting and keep them close to her. It has been many years since then. Many lifeforms — rambunctious, sweet, and everything in between — have bloomed from her hands, but the plum blossoms still wilt at their preordained times. It has been many years since then. Her visage in the mirror seems untouched by time. But, in the grand scheme of the cosmos, is she too destined to last for but a fleeting moment? "If all is set for eventual demise, what purpose, then, does creation serve?" After a silence that seems to stretch to eternity, the winds blow, the petals fall, and the reflection in the mirror tenders the same answer as always. "For the day when plum blossoms are no longer kept." She deftly caresses the icy surface of the mirror. Such soliloquies have happened too many times for her to count.

Time Waits for No One

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She had spent many days next to the window. Flowers were blooming outside when she made gentle medicines with mint and nepeta. Rain was falling outside when she made strong medicines with mosla and ginger. Leaves were falling outside when she made sour medicines with peony roots and dry plums. And snow was falling outside when she made bitter medicines with skullcaps and anemarrhena. Time flows endlessly, but this window and the person sitting next to it remain forever the same.

Eternal Calculus

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Eternally suspended in the void, Streams of shimmering data flood into THEIR mind. Turning all things past and future into symbols, THEY deduce the end from the beginning. Knowledge, answers, truths... In the mist of information, a brilliant light arises, And everything becomes clear to THEM.

Night on the Milky Way

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If you are concerned for the road, just look up again. When the stars look gently down, the heart would already be soaring. Every thought and every whisper, becomes a life experience that would never leave.

River Flows in Spring

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The young boy took a short break from his sword practice. The sunlight was baking his already heated neck. He slowly got into the water, whose coldness touched his bare feet. When the bell chimes and birds tweet, even the people far away would know that springtime had arrived.

Victory In a Blink

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The Titankins' all-consuming roars sweep across the battlefield. Two lightning-quick figures slaughter their way out of combat. "I alone will be enough to handle them." Every punch unleashed by the warrior sends spears of blood through the bodies of the enemy. "Brute force and nothing more. Watch my blade!" As a blade of pale silver slices in a curve, monsters drop like falling leaves. "A contest of speed?" The two charge at the other side simultaneously. Howls of anguish sound as the stealthy beasts behind them are struck down at once. Two voices can be heard at the same time. "That was my kill!"

The Birth of the Self

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In the beginning, it had the exact same pose as the previous portrait. Looking at the face identical to hers, she was convinced that this was not her. "Impossible. How can two portraits be exactly the same?" She tweaked its joints, opened its eyes, and made its fingers softer. She looked happy when all the changes were done. "Completely different from yesterday. This is more like who I am today."

Perfect Timing

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On a bustling street, he walks and walks. The sunlight closely follows his footsteps. He makes a stop and picks up an umbrella to shade himself from the sun ...and from that prying gaze.

Planetary Rendezvous

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She had no idea what to expect when she first started out on this journey. All she knew was that she could at long last be rid of the judgmental eyes and petty bickering of her family. She felt she finally understood what the poet was trying to say. "One day, we would grow wings and forget what it was like to walk." The light in her eyes became the glittering stars.

Make the World Clamor

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She stood on the stage, waving at her audience, encouraging them to make their voice heard. Songs, shouts, or laments — anything that makes a sound. Voice your thoughts, so others can come to help. "Don't make your heart as cold as this concrete jungle." — Make the world clamor.

Dance! Dance! Dance!

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"Why couldn't Hook do a spinning dance move, just like how Clara does?" She clenched her tiny fists and pouted her cute lips, her chubby little face looking redder than ever under her signature felt hat. "Please, Mr. Svarog, can you please help Hook with this?" Without saying any words, Mr. Svarog began to hold out his robotic arm. "I'm g—gonna be sick!!! Put me down now! Please!"

Day One of My New Life

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"So happy I got to see Pom-Pom in new clothes today! I like it~" "Today's my birthday! I'm still as cute as ever." "Today, I finally finally finally have a junior! Isn't that right, Trailblazer?" We click the shutter many times without thinking. Do we do that to capture the happiness at that moment? Or to capture ourselves at that moment?

Good Night and Sleep Well

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The dim light outlines the dust tracks, As a young girl mumbles sweetly in her sleep. A silent figure appears behind her. "Well, well, well, you're cuter without those glasses — I knew it." The guitarist stares at her sleeping face, muttering to herself: "Good night, the genius girl that worries a lot."

Shared Feeling

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When the doctor found the wounded girl, she was clinging to a machine that had stopped working, with all sorts of parts filling her pocket. She took the girl back to her clinic and treated the wounds. Drops of sweat slowly rolled down the girl's cheek, but she remained silent and her hands didn't stop fiddling the machine. To the doctor, the way the girl was attached to the machine was very much like how she was attached to her patients who needed help. So the doctor did not try to comfort the girl nor did she nag her about being more careful; but rather, she sat down with her to give her a moment of peace.

Fermata

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The phonograph record is being played, spinning nonstop. Even the sounds of all those hoarse shrieks cannot escape the heatwave and are dampened by its tepidity. She seemed unprepared and utterly enthralled by the fascinating melodies: It started with sincerity and anticipation... ...followed by a passionate catharsis... ...with one climax after another... ...until the record's spinning came to a final stop and those hoarse shrieks were no longer audible. "Mission accomplished."

Only Silence Remains

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"Shouldn't we get off? It's our stop." A chuckle came from above. His eyes moved, but he didn't look up. "To be clear, March always says you're expressionless, but I don't agree." "The train's data bank show traces of an update, but the results weren't saved." "So... which entry were you having trouble with?" He grasped his pen tighter as he looked at the bloody scene drawn in the notebook from memory. "I see. It was the one about you..."

Darting Arrow

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A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "The battle has begun. Arrows are thirsty for blood."

Make the World Clamor

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She stood on the stage, waving at her audience, encouraging them to make their voice heard. Songs, shouts, or laments — anything that makes a sound. Voice your thoughts, so others can come to help. "Don't make your heart as cold as this concrete jungle." — Make the world clamor.