10.09.2026, 14:22
At that very second, a strange, shimmering numbness seized Yuriko. It wasn’t fear. It was a transparent, mystical sorrow. What if Hinata had never existed? What if this boy, who had appeared out of nowhere in the scariest June days, who couldn’t remember his mother’s last name and had never cried from hunger, was simply a forest spirit? A kijimuna tree sprite, a creation of their own exhausted, dying consciousness?
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