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Is it already bad enough that there's one Homeloss in this world...
In the divination room lit by dim candlelight, Lucrecia sat quietly in the high-backed chair with a velvet cushion, gazing at the crystal ball placed on the table, but for some reason, memories from a long time ago surfaced in her mind. That afternoon, a century ago...
That somewhat blurry figure in her memory stood on the deck, against the sun that was slowly sinking into the horizon, his tall frame seeming to transform into a flickering, ethereal flame in the sunset as he told her in a low, suppressed tone that she had never heard before,
"Our world is merely a pile of dying embers..."
