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Last night I had a dream.
I saw Handala walking home.
The bald boy with spiked hair returned to his village.
Which he had left for a long time.

Then the bald boy with spiked hair jumped happily.
Because he felt alive again.
he had found his life again.
And his age was starting to count again.

Welcome home Handala.
Now the bald boy with spiked hair can enjoy his life at home.
A life truly worth living.
Until he grows up and becomes old.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven
Alvian Eleven
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Alvian Eleven
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   Adrasteia
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