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7/19/2025, 8:39:41 AM
Curled away in a corner of the library, a white-haired girl happily turns to the next page in her book.
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An ordinary girl returns home after a long day, softly shutting the door behind her. She takes off her shoes, then walks in silently. When she reaches the kitchen, her mom looks back to face her, wiping her hands on her apron. “Oh, you’re back! How were your friends, Saman-?”
The girl simply steps forward and hugs her mom tightly, burying her face in her shoulder as she shakes. Her mother, taken aback for a moment, doesn’t say anything, before quietly returning the hug and patting her daughter’s back.
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The heiress to the Rockefeller line kneads at her forehead as she stares down at her future husband’s portfolio, her long red hair tied back in a ponytail, now having been awake for thirty-two hours straight. Her father, similarly exhausted, looks over the fifty-page document drafting the proposed details behind the distribution of their assets, as the maids proceed with their mid-afternoon dusting in the hallway outside.
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Henry rubs at his eyes in the breakroom as he stares at the clock on the wall. Only four more hours of his extended shift to go. Then he could go back home, talk to his sister for thirty minutes, sleep, and do it all over again.
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On a factory roof-top, far above the world, a girl with blonde hair lounges back comfortably on a web of red strings.
“Looks like things might get a bit interesting…” The girl grins. “This’ll be fun!”
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Three girls stand in a grassy field near the abandoned factory district, back in their regular clothes. The clouds had parted, and the vast cerulean sky stretches out above them.
“W-we did it, guys!! We beat the Witch! We won!!!” Clover pulls the other two in for a big group hug, not even caring that one of them was still soaked through and dripping water from her clothes. Hermione and Lorene both begrudgingly accept it.
In the grass, a short distance away, a grief seed softly descends.
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An ordinary girl returns home after a long day, softly shutting the door behind her. She takes off her shoes, then walks in silently. When she reaches the kitchen, her mom looks back to face her, wiping her hands on her apron. “Oh, you’re back! How were your friends, Saman-?”
The girl simply steps forward and hugs her mom tightly, burying her face in her shoulder as she shakes. Her mother, taken aback for a moment, doesn’t say anything, before quietly returning the hug and patting her daughter’s back.
---
The heiress to the Rockefeller line kneads at her forehead as she stares down at her future husband’s portfolio, her long red hair tied back in a ponytail, now having been awake for thirty-two hours straight. Her father, similarly exhausted, looks over the fifty-page document drafting the proposed details behind the distribution of their assets, as the maids proceed with their mid-afternoon dusting in the hallway outside.
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Henry rubs at his eyes in the breakroom as he stares at the clock on the wall. Only four more hours of his extended shift to go. Then he could go back home, talk to his sister for thirty minutes, sleep, and do it all over again.
---
On a factory roof-top, far above the world, a girl with blonde hair lounges back comfortably on a web of red strings.
“Looks like things might get a bit interesting…” The girl grins. “This’ll be fun!”
---
Three girls stand in a grassy field near the abandoned factory district, back in their regular clothes. The clouds had parted, and the vast cerulean sky stretches out above them.
“W-we did it, guys!! We beat the Witch! We won!!!” Clover pulls the other two in for a big group hug, not even caring that one of them was still soaked through and dripping water from her clothes. Hermione and Lorene both begrudgingly accept it.
In the grass, a short distance away, a grief seed softly descends.
｡･ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ･ χ € Ѫ ･ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ･｡
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