What pose should I take as I wait for the flowers to bloom?
Once the tea roses have withered, there are no flowers left to take their place.
A shooting star breaks free from the darkness, only to disappear into it again.
Time has frozen. Gazing at myself through the thin mist, thought has become nothing more than a decoration.
Little by little, all that remains is the tree rings, growing backward...
This is a short story, only 11 sections.
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