PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE:
EFFECT
The inorganic air of a translucent city at dusk.
Lonely leaves that have fallen from the trees lining the road cover the ground.
A small ray of warmth passed from cold hand to cold hand.
For those faint fragments of memory,
Now included.
Flickering lights reflected in abstract liquid.
Memories blend into each and every passing moment.
What seemed vague and unrelated were in fact mutually influential.
The scenery we see before our eyes now exists because these things have been woven together.
What I touched then was the most valuable thing.
When I look outside of my memory, the scenery is dyed in pale, uncertain colors.
In the sky, like leaves blown by the wind,
Many butterflies, without regard for time,
It continues to flutter gently.