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Whenyou come back
After a long way home,
When you see
That this world has become alien to you,
Remember those who are waiting,
Who will always be glad to see you,
Regardless of who you will come back as.
He didn't know how long he'd been in "that" dimension. Perhaps an eternity, or perhaps just a moment. No matter how long had passed, when he returned, the world seemed different. Or was it he who had changed? His perception? He couldn't tell. It was difficult to understand where he was. A familiar unfamiliar place… Where to go—he couldn't tell. But somewhere out there were his friends, warming his thoughts and heart. To whom he'd said goodbye forever… A slight fear stabbed his heart: what if no one was waiting for him? What if everything had changed so much that he wouldn't be welcome? What if everyone had long since moved on with their own lives—and they no longer cared about him… And just as the world had become alien to him, so he, too, had become superfluous to it.When you come back,
You will realize that much is a dream.
And it's impossible to determine
Which is the original and which is the clone.
Along the way, he passed through more than one city. Some people seemed familiar to him. Replicas of dead people… They lived like ordinary people: laughing, arguing, falling in love. Nothing about them betrayed their true origins. They had blended into the new world, as if they had always lived there. And he watched everything as if from the outside… From behind glass, immersed in sound-distorting water. The world, which he essentially didn't even know, had changed… There was no longer a sense of anxiety or tension. Only an alien peace. But whether the old world or the new—he was not destined to know. And the fact that he stood in the middle of a crowd was rather something beyond the norm. He was destined to disappear.When you come back,
Friends will say to you: "Hello!"
If you look into their eyes,
They will stare after you for a long time.
And secretly hope that this is someone's
A ridiculous, but still a game,
In which there is no choice,
There is only fate!
And yet, he had been given a chance. Allowed to find hope. A small chance… He clenched and unclenched his hand. The alien body felt like his own. A perfect replica… He tried not to dwell on his thoughts: too much darkness lurked within them. And tears were unnecessary. He longed more to smile, to enjoy the light and warmth. To see happy faces. To see people dear to his heart… 'Perhaps it's better if they've already forgotten me?' a thought ran through his mind. The more he tried to fight the chaotic thoughts, the more he was torn by conflicting desires. It became harder to walk. More frightening… However, hearing her song, following it as if it were a call, seeing her… He felt easier. Taking a deep breath, memorizing the scent of the flowers surrounding her, he smiled and closed his eyes…When you return,
Try to accept for yourself
The fact that there is neither space nor time.
There's only life, and it's one.
And you have it a little easier than those
Who had to choose.
Opening her eyes, finishing the verse, she suddenly fell silent. For a moment, she thought she saw a familiar silhouette, which made her heart ache with longing. A deception… Just an image, born of fading hope. But she so wanted to believe that he would return…Tell me, my friend,
How much longer must I wait for you?
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