I am intertwined all over the place under the comet. It is all me here. I am gathering with other me. They are looking forward to it. I cannot see those romantic star fields in this collision of souls. My soul is constantly searching. They are looking up at me. They all have me in their eyes. I am aware of all this silently. Watching silently, I am not me, they are not me, and I am not them. I look strangely at these buried youth of me. They keep pulling me back, and I am being pulled. I see mixed memories unfolding in my eyes. I am recalling a certain scene where roses fell, and I recalled the sound of butterflies and magpies dancing.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
