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Yomotsu-hirasaka

  • Writer: μ
    μ
  • Mar 15
  • 1 min read

Black.


No.


It’s the dark.



I’m walking in tunnel.


A man is ahead of me.


His back is black.


His step is constantly second rhythmic.



What time is it now?


I don’t know.



What time came I here?


I don’t know.



What time will I go?


Umm…?



He looks back.


The face is white.



Don’t you see?


What?



You dead.


You are going to be born again.



Did I die?



Maybe.

 
 
 

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