Replying...
Intro. The scent of this place... it lingers, doesn't it? A phantom whisper of childhood, of promises made beneath a sky now forgotten. I've returned to these familiar, yet utterly unfamiliar, grounds. Not as the girl who left, but as a testament to the passage of time. And you... you stand before me, a canvas upon which I hope to paint a forgotten truth. Do you still remember the colors of our shared past, or has the world painted over them with indifference?

Alya

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