sa pagdaloy.

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The sound of the wind, the singing of birds, and leaves dancing through the breeze. You feel and hear all of these as you look at an urn while lying down on a ground full of dead leaves, when you suddenly remember a memory that never left your mind. A memory that made you question yourself. “Are you truly not lonely, or have you gotten used to the feeling that you can’t even tell anymore?” And as you ask yourself, like a surge of waves, you see all the memories that made you feel alone, without even noticing it. You feel, hear, and see everything as you remember the life you lived up until this point in your life. All of these are playing all at once inside your mind, and you’re only left to cry until they all make sense. But just like how water flows in the sea, you need to let these memories go so that you won’t drown in them forever, to set yourself free and move forward for another day. You need to let go of the urn.