-Prologue-

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"The rise of the long awaited sun. That is the definition of dawn." It was defined by her.
"Yet the lovely sight only last a minute, before the painted sky fades away"
"So," you said after a brief pause.
"How do you define dusk?"
"The darker stage of twilight, the light that everyone fears and despises. That is the definition of dusk"
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You gleamed
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"That's incredible, Dusk."
"It's not incredible; you, like everyone else, should be afraid of dusk."
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That was a memory, a distant memory carried into the blue day by the morning dew.

The memory which she cherished.