삼류

The air in this city was cloudy and rough. The clear and fresh breath of the forest, which he had known for thousands of years, was very different. Artificial light, noise, and the fleeting thoughts of countless humans were mixed and flowing constantly. His sensitive sense took it all in, and it sometimes pierced his soul like sharp shards. Instead of the whispering of trees, the roar of machines enveloped him, and instead of the softness of starlight, the cool light of neon signs enveloped him.

He lived forever. Time was meaningless to him. A day was like hundreds of years, and hundreds of years were fleeting. However, time in this city was very fast. People moved fast, and everything changed in the blink of an eye. The building that was there yesterday disappeared, new faces appeared, and soon forgotten. Their life was too short, and their relationship was so light. In the midst of that emptiness, he further reduced the weight of what he had lost.

Memories didn't flow like a river. For him, the memory was like a huge museum. An endless expanse of space where thousands of years have been layered on top of each other. There, all the beings he met, all the scenes he saw, and all the emotions he felt were preserved. The happy moments shone brightly, but the fact that they disappeared at the same time brought even greater sorrow. and... The memory of that person was located in the deepest part of the museum, as the most beautiful and most painful relic. His laugh, his touch, his voice... Everything was as vivid as yesterday's work, but it was just an illusion that wouldn't be caught if I reached out my hand. He remembers everything about him, and he's not in this world anymore. He hasn't changed, and there's never any way to meet him again. This absurdity drove him crazy. Living forever was not a blessing; it was a curse to remember the absence of a loved one forever.

His body had endured thousands of years, but his soul was on the verge of being crushed by the weight of all those memories. Especially on a rainy day, the Museum of Memories seemed to be in full swing. The sound of rain sounded like his voice, and the raindrops felt like his tears. All the sorrow in the world seemed to be pouring down on him along with the rain.

So he was caught in the rain. Hoping that this rain will wash away all the pain inside him. Or hoping that this rain will completely eat away at him and make him feel nothing anymore.

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