Do parallel universes really exist?
The memories are so clear: him, steadfast; him, gentle.
The land is dark and rugged, and the wild wind carries sand and stones as it scrapes across his rough, dark face. Blood-red drops, like cinnabar, make his eyes crimson. His battle robes whip in the wind, their hems blending into the dim surroundings, making him seem like a demon from hell.
He walks forward slowly, each step firm. His gaze is like a blade, as if it could crush every evil. His fist is clenched in the name of justice.
She stands behind him, watching him with unwavering certainty.
They are lovers and comrades-in-arms.
On Earth, or on Solo?
Wherever they are, they fight side by side.
But no one sees the man behind her. He thinks of no ambition; he only gazes at her in lonely silence.
There are no tears, yet something seems to slide down her delicate face in the air.
Plip, plip.
Maybe it's a broken heart.
Theme: Responsibility, love, and letting go
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