MikanInami
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She chases the sun, drawn to its warmth, its blinding light.
Again and again, time bends, shatters, rewinds. Hands stained, heart hollow, she fights, she kills, she begs—too late, always too late.
Guns roar, blades flash, bodies fall. The world turns red, the world turns dark, but the light never stays.
Love, hate, devotion, ruin—if only the sun would stop shining. If only it would burn for her alone.
But time is cruel. The sun rises, and she is left in the ash.