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The others expressed their agreement as well. Serena was the only one opposed. Everyone in the room turned their attention to her. With a calm smile, Serena said, "I don't agree with this plan, nor do I believe that pink and light blue will be the trending colors. Light blue is already a thing of the past and pink is overused. I actually see potential in purple and yellow for the future..." "Moreover, I've conducted some research and reports. It's clear that many people are leaning towards purple and yellow this year..."

My body shook uncontrollably. The police took me to the riverbank. The white tape had already been set up. Crowds watched as the police led me inside. They started whispering. "That's the daughter of the man who just died, isn't it? She looks just like him." "What could have driven him to this, leaving his daughter behind?" "I heard his other daughter ended her life, so he couldn't bear it anymore and jumped in too!" "His daughter was gone, but he still had another one. How could he abandon her?"

"The human race’s technological leap in the twenty-first century has shattered the natural progression of cause and effect. The timeline is bleeding into itself. If we do not initiate the Final Reset within three hours, the consensus reality will permanently fracture. Human civilization will dissolve into a multi-era slaughterhouse." "And what happens to the billions of people when you reset the clock?!" Vikram yelled, stepping forward, his laptop open. "I’ve seen the core equations in the data-shard! A total reset doesn't just rewind time—it deletes the anomalies! You are going to erase the last eighty years of human progress, human lives, and human memories to start over from your perfect

he said, pointing to the book in my hands. “What a peculiar title. Descendants of the Moon.” "There is? Oh, yes. It's a fantasy book,” I told him, not wanting to go into details. The less humans knew about us, the safer our species was. "Fascinating. Is it about witch fairies and evil queens?” he asked, sitting down in front of me. I laughed. “More about wolves,” I said, closing the book. "Interesting. I am a cryptozoologist and parapsychologist. I study the supernatural. The name is Wendell.” He handed me his card.

The kind that belonged only to people who had survived enough to find absurdity comforting. — That night, a document began circulating through Garden City and beyond. Not a law. Not a constitution. A civic principle, written collaboratively at the Benches, revised by workers, healers, transport crews, educators, mechanics, scribes. It was titled simply: **Things We Refuse to Hand Away.** The first line read: *No burden of shared decision shall be surrendered merely because carrying it is tiring.* The second: *Convenience shall never be mistaken for legitimacy.*

I touched the photos, our bright smiles staring back. I couldn't deny we'd truly loved each other. This album was proof, but it was fleeting. I handed it back to the mover. "It's useless now. Get rid of it." Anything or anyone related to Angelo didn't matter now. I watched the sweet home I'd known grow empty, my belongings dwindling. I had thought it would shelter me forever. In the end, it was just my own wishful thinking.