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The boy in my dream stood with the light behind him, hazy and mysterious.
I couldn't make out his face. I only heard a familiar voice say, "Don't forget, I don't eat scallions, and I don't want cilantro either."
But... I clearly didn't know him.
Behind him stretched a vast expanse of vivid blue and purple.
I only knew it was jacaranda.
Jacaranda, waiting for love in the depths of despair.
Third-person perspective
Plot twist
Theme: Summer is a sincere summer
