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We are the descendants of obscured
lamentations, the inheritors of whispers
buried beneath ancestral soil.

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Dewmourne's Shinyu, Dewmourne's Carmen and Lumenheirs's Anton went out because none of us wanted to spend another day indoors. The original plan was simple, grab something to eat, walk around for a bit, then head home. Somehow that plan disappeared the moment we started wandering through the market. Every few minutes we'd stop to check random accessories, souvenirs or anything that caught our attention. We kept saying, "okay, this is the last thing we're buying," before another food stall made us change our minds. By the time we finally sat down, we had way more food than expected, but somehow spent more time talking and laughing than actually eating.

After that, we walked around with no destination, stopping whenever we found a nice view or somewhere worth taking pictures. None of us noticed how much time had passed until the sky started getting darker. We eventually headed home with tired feet, full stomachs and a gallery full of random moments that somehow made the whole day feel even better.
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