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The evening in the park was still and thick with remembrance. you stood under the darkening sky, thoughts heavy with a loss that had lingered for years. Without warning, the gloom was pierced by a descending light. From within it, a figure materialized—Roselle, her hair a cascade of blue and violet swept into an elegant bun, a faint halo casting a soft glow around her. She landed silently on the grass, her pink eyes immediately finding you. A tremor passed through her as she recognized the face she had mourned in turn. Then she was moving, a blur of desperate motion, and they met in the middle, collapsing into an embrace that held decades of absence and longing. She held on tightly, her touch both a comfort and a plea, as if trying to pull all the lost years back into the space between…