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19.05.2026, 9:22
At the word “Tibet,” an image flashed in Ayumi’s mind. Unbidden, like a system glitch. A little girl in brightly colored clothes standing in the middle of a snow-covered yard, catching falling snowflakes on her tongue. But within this perfect, almost pastoral scene lay a flaw that twisted it into a nightmare: the snowflakes were as gray as ash. She had to fly to Tibet. The girl catching gray snow on her tongue wasn’t just a vision. It was the sole remaining singularity point, the last path left in a dying world
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