An old man and a woman

[The memories we have are our greatest treasures]

[Sometimes I wonder why I can not go back to my childhood days]

[I who had the curse to go back in time had never seen my childhood ever again]

[But when I witness these memories of other people I wish to go back to those days when the world was yellow and the skies were so vibrant and soothing to look at]

[The naive nature of those childhood days]

[Those memories are truly our greatest treasure don't you think?]

[Why am I telling this you ask?]

[I don't know but when I looked at the snow and the sun rays reflecting on them it reminded me of those memories]

Thump* Thump*

Zene and Aren walked on top of the snow as they made their way through the rough terrain.

Thump* Thump*

[Sometimes, stories don't usually end with one's death]

[But, there is one thing that is common in every one of our stories it is that it always begins with one's birth]

Sizzle*

The fresh scent of the boiling eggs, combined with the fatty sensation from the warm milk
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