
“…Traveller. What happened? You’re soaked through.
I see, this must be one of the days where the rain brings nostalgia and heaviness in your heart.
Hm? How did I get here? You called my name, didn’t you?
…It’s funny, even if it’s just a soft whisper, your voice rings louder than all of theirs’.
Perhaps, it’s because I had been waiting – ahem!
…It’s nothing. Let’s go back, you are going to catch a cold.
Afterwards, I’ll listen to you till the rain stops.”
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