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You are at a house train station at the end of the world. You don't know it's the end, not yet.

You start your walk, you pass parks and stores and it rains and pours until you are soaked to the bone. The discomfort didn't bother you, today was meant to be a day of celebration after all. You learn the streets till they become familiar again and you keep walking. The maze of concrete and oil disorients you, your memory distorts and you are now lost, the void in your mind overtaking all rational thought and succumbing to the crushing all emcompassing reality around you. The last thing you see is a church

Seawater? you smell the ocean despite being miles from it, you turn to see a beach, The beach

By the sands sits the small creature, you sit and listen. "This isn't about You, not really. It's about the things I would rather not face directly."

It stands

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

"I don't think I'd have done that day differently but I still regret it anyway, You will experience it all Seeker, you will grow angry at city lights, cry to digital echos, love and lose the forest. And most importantly you will face the static and the cold" It laughs sadly "It builds character.."

You decide it's best to leave, there is nothing for you here.

Circuits and alchemy divine your way bath to the path and you calm down and continue to your destination. Is this a memory? You know the answer already