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I'm are at the house train station at the end of the world. I didn't know it was end, not yet.

I started my walk, I saw parks and stores I'd never seen before and it rained until I was soaked to the bone. The discomfort didn't bother me much until after some reflection, today was meant to be a day of celebration after all. I followed the map till the streets became familiar again and then keep walking, had to reach them before the show. The maze of concrete and oil disoriented me, a few wrong turns and then I was lost, the void dragging me back before my mind overtook all rational thought. I remember a church

The static fizzles out and I'm somewhere else, Her room

By the bed sits the three, I sat and listened. "This still isn't about You, not really. It's about the things I would rather not face directly."

It crosses its legs

"I still remember Her voice clearly, soft tones and flowery words, one day I might not cry at the thought of it."

"I wouldn't change that day but I still have my regrets, I should have held Her longer, You will experience it all Seeker, you will grow angry at city lights, cry to digital echos, love and lose the forest _{got ahead of myself on this one}. And most importantly you will face the static and the cold ice" It laughs sadly "It builds character.."

I leave, there is nothing for me here but memories now.

Circuits and alchemy divine my way back to the path, the show and the drive goes on. This was a memory Seeker, do with it what you will.