Prisma
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Overview
Movements that have lost its original frame keep encircling me. Then, all of a sudden, the grains of long-hidden emotions start to stir. When I let out a long breath, it cuts across every moment and reaches the very end of hallucinations, memories of the future are revealed like treasures. Only then does the world go on.
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