The hands of the clock point to a little past midnight on Aug.15.
I remember the annoying noises of the cicadas.
But wow, it's kinda mysterious.
I remember the dream I had yesterday in the same park.
"I should go home for today." When I was on my way,
the people around me were all looking up w/ their mouths gaping.
A falling metal pole pierced through u.
A tearing shriek and the sound of wind chimes echo through the trees.
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