The moon seemed to be in their favor that night. And the wind, delighted at the thought, carried cherry blossoms to sprinkle the uneven pavement as she made her way to where she stood, hands raised to mark her spot as if she would miss her. Dewy skin, comfortable shoes, jeans and a shirt available only in a shop situated halfway around the world --- she stood there waiting for her and she knew that the moment she took a step forward, her world would crumble.
Oh, please. Don't say anything.
And she didn't. Exempt from sound. Instead, when she was quite near, she reached for her cheek and as she closed her eyes to savor the contact, she heard a voice:
"You do not have enough balance to continue this dream. Please reload immediately to avoid disconnection."
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