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			<title>Chapter 5: Just a little bit more</title>
			<description>&amp;Ecirc;yavia lay motionless in bed. It was 7:30, the time when she should have completed her usual morning routine and gone down for breakfast. But this time, she felt no motivation for any of that, even though she had never felt any motivation before.She did not even move; her whole body lay st..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4: Wake up again</title>
			<description>Once again, &amp;Ecirc;yavia stood beside her parents, the scene exactly as she had seen before. The gentle golden sunlight filled the space, the lush green grass was full of life, and the chirping of birds filled the air.Her mother was still sobbing, and her father still wore that same complicated ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: Where did we go when we were slumbering?</title>
			<description>In a strangely white room, windowless, without holes or escape routes. Only white and light.In the middle of that room, right in the air, a crack the size of an adult floated strangely. Inside the crack, a cacophony of distorted waves mingled like the frantic screams of a riot. The edges of the ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: The sounds of the wind chimes</title>
			<description>In the somber atmosphere, accompanied by the heart-wrenching sobs of a woman who seemed unable to accept the loss of her son, the man standing beside her stood like a steadfast pillar. His expression was complex, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxed, and sometimes showing an inability to accept the..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Emptied</title>
			<description>In this vast desert of white sand, there is no one else but me, and a stone that can speak stays on top of my head.Underneath is the smooth white sand, up to the sky is the same shade of white. No cloud, no sun, only gentle breezes, and an unidentified source of light shines through all this des..</description>
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			<title>The Echoes of a Lifetime</title>
			<description>A distorted memory told by an unreliable girl in a state of delirium.</description>
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