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Instead, she leaned back against the thin mattress of her capsule. The plastic walls were cool against her shoulders. She closed her eyes, and for the first time in months, she let herself remember the fireflies not as a word on a screen, but as light—alive, momentary, and real. They had risen from the wet grass like small, astonished prayers. Obāchan had caught one in her hands, then opened them to let it go. enter your username, email and password to register: hotaru