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tu es ma came

Every once in a while a train leaves for the future to a place where lost memories are remembered, but no one has ever returned from the year 2036, except me. Live in the future, long for the past. Tu es ma came, it is written, maktub.
 
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Pito!
 
That era has passed. Nothing that belonged to it exist anymore.

He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.