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Looks like whatever was outside this night never managed to come inside.

Good.

Is it... Looking at me?

It feels like there is nothing else, but this overwhelming blue void pretending to be something innocent.

Only trees are shielding me from it.

Once I've dreamed of endless building made of metal. I couldn't see it's beginning nor it's end, only yellow metal and rust.

I met it today.

It's safe now. I'm better.

I'm almost happy.

But I think it doesn't really matter now

And this is something even I can recognize! Peonies!

...right?

I was assured that birb is fine. They're going places and those places are more or less in their reach, according to their abilities.