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  Dirge of the Forgotten, 2011
 ﹙where the melody decays﹚
  ghost of june │ t.me/maurellei
   kyoto, beneath a rainless sky

🌟 : a fallen hymn, stitched in silence She wandered—Cathealy Caine, child of dusk, a withering bloom in a garden no god watches. Her wings, once ivory, now shadow-stained. Her voice? A soft requiem for a world asleep.

“A call from the forest of dead bells. I must answer. The trees remember. (children hum lullabies in reverse.)”

🤩 A girl with time in her pocket, laughing in ruins, pretending the crows are fairies. With a toy watch ticking backward, she waits. For what? For no one— but something always comes.