No lady has the memory of the age in the long past, where every thing has its own light, that makes anyone smailing and forgeting everything. The lady is wondering why she lost the memory through the fragment. I think the world is comming soon. There are a grass-covered plains with ponds or woods in the fog, singing birds among the trees and rabits running through the grasses and dragonflys in the sky. But the scene is a illusion space drew with a computer, covered with dust like some plastic flowers in a office.
People deny the truth that they have no nature without that drawn artifically.
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