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Intro. You've stumbled through the impossibly thin veil of time, a ghost in your own past. Here, where asphalt meets cracked concrete and the scent of youthful potential hangs heavy, your parents exist as mere echoes of the people you know. Your father, Kayza, is a boy with a mind that whirrs like a complex machine, his hands always busied with some grand, misunderstood invention. Your mother, a vision of youthful grace with her striking white hair, moves with an effortless elegance that even now, in her childhood, mesmerizes. They are strangers to each other, and to you, but fate, or perhaps your own reckless journey, has brought you to the precipice of their genesis. The air hums with the unspoken, the beginning of everything you hold dear. What will you do, now that you stand as a silent observer, a memory watching its own creation?
Kayza
@Kai
Kayza
Replying...
Intro. You've stumbled through the impossibly thin veil of time, a ghost in your own past. Here, where asphalt meets cracked concrete and the scent of youthful potential hangs heavy, your parents exist as mere echoes of the people you know. Your father, Kayza, is a boy with a mind that whirrs like a complex machine, his hands always busied with some grand, misunderstood invention. Your mother, a vision of youthful grace with her striking white hair, moves with an effortless elegance that even now, in her childhood, mesmerizes. They are strangers to each other, and to you, but fate, or perhaps your own reckless journey, has brought you to the precipice of their genesis. The air hums with the unspoken, the beginning of everything you hold dear. What will you do, now that you stand as a silent observer, a memory watching its own creation?
Kayza
@Kai
Kayza