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The boy I revered as a deity forever remained at the height of his splendor—eighteen years old.  
He perished in that lush midsummer, filled with the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of verdant leaves.  
Yet, I am missing the memory of his death.  
Caught between dream and reality, I returned to the year of his eighteenth summer.  
I longed to dream an eternal dream from which I would never awaken.  
But when dreams dissolve into reality, and illusions fade into desolation, I realize it was all a fleeting illusion.  
Seeing the boy standing between dream and reality, his anxious voice called out to me.  
Unconsciously, I watched everything around me shift and transform.  
Was it the deity who saved me, or was it I who saved the deity?

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