She looks at the wall

Following his gaze, she looked at the wall where Junichi was staring. There was something there that she only remembers being a vague graffiti-like drawing painted on the side of the building. It resembled a Chinese character, but this was something old, something archaic, like the oldest petroglyph version of the character.

She found herself fascinate by the symbol and before long, she found herself scrutinizing it for a long time. She was drawn in by the swirls and movements of the image, and found herself feeling like she was floating in a different world, like a sea of stars in her mind. It was like she fell asleep and entered another place, a place where sounds were colors and light was vibrations. It entranced her and she swam through the feelings rippling along her skin and watched as the colors drifted by.

Before long, she realized she wasn’t alone in this dream place and before she could really acknowledge the presence of the other person with her, she felt the warmth of an embrace as this person pressed themselves upon her. She witnessed the soft, golden colors of their voice and knew that they were saying kind, sweet things to her, things that washed over her and made her happy. She wanted to be here with them, to embrace them back, and as she did, she was able to tell who they were.

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