You and Aiguo hike through the forest path, memories rushing in with every step.
Aiguo: “Hey... you remember that old treehouse we used to sit in? You said I’d fly someday. You were right, y’know?”
The trail gets narrow. The wind howls. Aiguo walks ahead, calling over his shoulder.
Suddenly—crack! The edge gives way under his feet.
Aiguo: “H-Hey! Help—!!”
He clings to the rocky edge. His eyes lock onto yours.
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4Yui momoshi
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09/07/2025
Yui momoshi
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09/07/2025
Yui momoshi
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08/07/2025
Yui momoshi
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06/07/2025