The waves are dying

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After the battle

The waves die down,

The fog rolled in before the reverberation disappeared.

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It's not white, it's not gray

the color of dead life.

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It's not the bubble of the sea,

a fog of breath and fading memories.

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Naird says, putting the waves on his fingertips.

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"The ocean currents drive this way.

a foggy cliff path to oblivion.

Where the forgotten spirit and the lost soul stay."

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Refrucon grimaces.

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I can't believe this place became like that

It's like a wet blanket. It's stagnant. What should I say?

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I feel like I'm getting bitten..

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Dried didn't hesitate.

Maple leaf hair in the fog

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"I have to go.

Before the Wilders tracked down this side."

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going into the fog

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The three beings walk to the entrance of the cliff.

The sand disappeared

Instead, moss, wet soil, and broken bone-like tree roots fill the feet.

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The wind disappeared

The waves have moved away, too.

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Instead of

Whispering.

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a sound of being forgotten and disfigured.

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"Go back... Go back...”

"I also lose my memory...”

"Take root here...”

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Naid's ankle is filled with water.

She goes one step deeper.

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"If the waves forget the way...

The water remains foggy.

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We both remember...

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From what was before... If time goes by too much

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You forget about time distortion

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I can't remember everything..