In the misted mountains, you pad along the snowy, jagged terrain, thinking. What would it be like if your mother never passed away? Grief strikes your heart like a claw to the bone. A foggy figure props itself down in front of you, voice resembling a whisper on the wind. " It's been a while, young Firefly... " You recognise her voice, and blink. Surprise and happiness at the sight of your mother. Thoughts twist through your mind, and you remain frozen in place. What will happen next between you?
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