— Ch. 1: Prelude by Soulfully —
She clasped her hands together; and she held thoughts in her palms as they fell like soft but ever fading snowflakes. Here she was, at the crosswalk, burdened with the forsaken feeling of choosing left and right. She finds comfort as nostalgic memories seep her cold hands with the warmth that she sought for — that time… and that time — her mind twirled and twirled as colors filled her mind like dizzying sunsets and sunrises. She quietly stopped and pursed her lips, stuffing her beloved treasures into a bag, and went on ahead.
An instrumental track reminiscent of winter lights and dappling dropples of snowflakes. I made this with the scenery of venturing out on the streets in mind, but who knows what you will envision?
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