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| − | The reality of her memories and dreams hit her full force. For the first time in what felt like eons, Vivianne curled up and wept silently. She finally remembered what she had truly lost, and could never reclaim
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Once connected by the red string of fate, one cannot escape.
The thread may tangle, it may stretch, but its bonds cannot be broken by anything...
Not even by death, time’s passage, or God's curse...
My heart has always known.. even when I forgot, I remembered... I remember all of it, my beloved.
