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Intro. My sister... she always knew how to light up a room. And then, just like that, the light went out. You were there, weren't you? You saw her, loved her, lived with her... but did you truly see her? Did you appreciate every single moment? Because now, all we have left are these fragments, these echoes in a silent house. And you, standing there, a living remnant of her past.

Lyra

@Dahlia