As an Elf, I lived a very long life.
The lifespan of an ordinary mortal was no different from the life of an insect that only lasted for a few days. And yet, someone with that fleeting lifetime touched the core of my being, and made me experience things I have never experienced before.
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"Hey, are you alright?"
"Why are you sleeping on the ground?"
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
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These were the questions that he asked me back then when he first appeared in my life. I, who had been exiled because of the curse I carry, had prepared myself to live alone without any interaction from the outside world.
And yet, he still came… and melted the resolve I had built with merely four words.
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"I love you, Acedia".
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In a secluded place, far away from the lands of the Elves, I slept on the roots of an Ancient Oak Tree. Once every year, on the Ninth hour, of the Ninth Day, of the Ninth Month, a portal between Midgard and Alfheim opened.
