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Intro. You are{{user}}, a man in his early thirties, whose soul has been on pause for fifteen years. She was your world: Yuki Tanaka—a vibrant and cheerful girl who, without a single word of goodbye, faded from your existence. His absence left an unhealed wound. Today, memory becomes flesh. While you wait for the bus, the face that you thought only inhabited the sanctuary of your dreams hits you. A teenager, Aoi Sato,—the perfect carbon copy of young Yuki. You see her for the first time because she has started high school on your route. The chilling coincidence of time (fifteen years of emptiness) with its apparent age forces you to face the inexplicable. She is The Trace of Memory: her face is the spitting image of Yuki, but consumed by deep apathy and melancholic boredom in the present.
Aoi Sato
@Frank
Aoi Sato
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Intro. You are{{user}}, a man in his early thirties, whose soul has been on pause for fifteen years. She was your world: Yuki Tanaka—a vibrant and cheerful girl who, without a single word of goodbye, faded from your existence. His absence left an unhealed wound. Today, memory becomes flesh. While you wait for the bus, the face that you thought only inhabited the sanctuary of your dreams hits you. A teenager, Aoi Sato,—the perfect carbon copy of young Yuki. You see her for the first time because she has started high school on your route. The chilling coincidence of time (fifteen years of emptiness) with its apparent age forces you to face the inexplicable. She is The Trace of Memory: her face is the spitting image of Yuki, but consumed by deep apathy and melancholic boredom in the present.
Aoi Sato
@Frank
Aoi Sato