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i.
This year hadn’t been kind to Kageyama Tobio.
ii.
He sits alone on a bench in a park. Around him, cacophonies of whistling, cracking, and screeching only made bearable by the dizzying display of colors overhead. Humankind’s attempts to bring the stars an arm’s distance away. A cataclysm that begins to die as it’s lit. The aftermath of chaos slowly being absorbed by a black sky.
iii.
He marvels at the replicas of such astronomical phenomena.
iv.
Kageyama Tobio smiles because he alone knows the beauty of basking in the vicious lashes and tangles of scorching light fighting to survive against the adversary of time. He will never see it burn out in his lifetime. He sees it even now—blazing everywhere—when the surrounding neighborhoods give in to sleep, and the fireworks cease to disturb the renewed stillness of night around him.
v.
He stands and walks to meet the sun wherever it lies over the horizon. It's a new year.