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He stumbled upon something. It has it's brilliance, though not of the one that he reflects, but could at least relate to.


Yes, it was something that he thought that he lost about a year ago. But, it didn't matter at the time that he lost it, even it may seem important to him; at that time, he was readily to leave it be as it slowly disappear...


Touching it brought back memories, and of it's past that he'd never known, until it told him. But, as he landed his hands on the surface, it has brought pain to his heart, clenching it tightly, as if it now burdens his livelihood and his future.


Thinking that he can't discard it, feeling at a loss no matter which he wishes to do, he talked to it. Listened to it. See it in another light.


His face changed, something that has an expression that he thought that he would never use on such an lost artifact. It may seem that he could suddenly rotate during the middle of the night, changing it's orbit, showing himself again.


Talking to it was the simple part, once 'he' appeared from within. Shining through it, seeing its depth, finding a way to resolve the only remaining thing that is now hurting, even when you would think that it should feel good.


"18 moons. Your heart has that time, to feel it's shackles loosen. The rest is up to you... " it says.


Paths crossed. Departed. But, still, it feels tight.


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