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You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone, my dear. The camera lingers on a memory frozen mid-crack, tracing the slow erosion of something that was once whole. A shadow stains the edge of the frame—Ariadne. Even as you tries to walk away, her name hangs in the air, a ghostly echo that redirects every step toward regret. The mind replays the loss on a loop, a private screening of grief. Night offers no refuge. you returns to the hollowed space she left behind. In dreams, she is warmth and forgiveness, unchanged by time. But morning light is cruel—it reveals the torture as self-inflicted… again. Self-loathing curdles for clinging to hope when you were the one who dropped the vase. The truth is a knot in the chest: you would return. Again. And again. Even knowing it will tear…