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So many stars, so many promises ...
But it's too late for you to see them.

T + 23
I'm still here, alone ...
There is a complete mess, chaos, but this place has remained untouched, and I was not brought back.
For the first time in a while, nothing rushes me, nothing limits me. The right decision would be to return, but I'm not ready for this step yet. To see your smile again, say goodbye, fly away. It seemed that after so many cycles, I would get used to it, but every time it only got worse. I’m not giving up ... just ... I'll sit here a bit ...
...
I’ll leave a message on the wall, fortunately, my portable translator is still functioning.

If information about someone is recorded and protected from aging, does they become partly immortal?

I don’t know what I want to believe now ...
...
Let's play our melody ... No, it's not the same... Whistling a melody, you turned my dead strings into wonderful music, and now there isn’t even an echo to accompany me.

How long have I been here? Day? A week? Or have I always been here? The chronometer still shows 23 minutes, it is useless here. I even don't feel alive anymore. Looks like it's time for me to come back ... for your sake ... for the sake of all of us ...

So many stars, so many promises...
And we will see them together

Description
So many stars, so many promises ...
But it's too late for you to see them.

T + 23
I'm still here, alone ...
There is a complete mess, chaos, but this place has remained untouched, and I was not brought back.
For the first time in a while, nothing rushes me, nothing limits me. The right decision would be to return, but I'm not ready for this step yet. To see your smile again, say goodbye, fly away. It seemed that after so many cycles, I would get used to it, but every time it only got worse. I’m not giving up ... just ... I'll sit here a bit ...
...
I’ll leave a message on the wall, fortunately, my portable translator is still functioning.

If information about someone is recorded and protected from aging, does they become partly immortal?

I don’t know what I want to believe now ...
...
Let's play our melody ... No, it's not the same... Whistling a melody, you turned my dead strings into wonderful music, and now there isn’t even an echo to accompany me.

How long have I been here? Day? A week? Or have I always been here? The chronometer still shows 23 minutes, it is useless here. I even don't feel alive anymore. Looks like it's time for me to come back ... for your sake ... for the sake of all of us ...

So many stars, so many promises...
And we will see them together