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[i]Hello there, have you come to listen to a story? Input and requests are welcome.

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You sit down on the rainy street's twisting lamps, viewing down on those below, under their looming black winged canes and strange shadows looming over their heads, creating a view of vines. A drop of sadness falling onto the bright flowers of ones past, eternally sleeping within the bed that brings you to the end of your journey. You see a young girl motionless, laying relaxed like a doll, the top of her resting place is now closed, swaying down like a boat sailing her own sea of rocks as she reaches the bottom of the pit. Many weep and many smile, throwing coins at the capsule for the reaper's rivers. You float down, watching the ground cover the shine of aged wood. Once buried seven feet under, you stand over the resting grounds, people scattering, leaving the seemingly invisible child behind. You remember the face, peaceful and heart-like. This is the day that you were buried.

-if you have questions on the text or don't understand the story, PM me, I will give you the summary-

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