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"Mitsuki Nanoka"
- Third semester Photography Student
A school ID left on a bag near a beach read. The plastic of the card already showing some of its age. The bag had colored pins of many things, from cartoons or album covers to a few with landscapes or memoirs of various travels. The bag held a notebook, a digital camera and some spare clothes. Mitsuki wasn't so far away from her bag, only a few meters away on the shore, spending some time with her friends.
Life was easy for her, or at least she felt it was. She had friends, she had her family, and she was doing what she had always loved: photography. Life was perfect for her, so perfect that she swore she would never forget it, no matter what. Although life had always been a daily routine, of course, something different would always happen, making each day special.
A happy world, an Aeonless world. Those anomalies never end up surviving for long...
It was only a matter of time that this world...her world, was absorbed by an Aeon's path.
In the end, that day soon came. A few days before her birthday. The few people and stellar beings often described this once in a hundred years event as a freezing death to all life before a path was rooted deep into the life on the planet. Some Aeon's preferred a more peaceful approach to this, but not the creator of the Stellarons. In the end only a few memo keepers managed to have bits and pieces of this world. Too late to even search for any survivors, it wasn't worth a shot anyways. The IPC would take care of it, and Nanook wasn't known to leave any survivors in his destruction. The end of a world, soon a new one would appear, and no one would remember this Aeonless planet.
However, only a single survivor of the whole Planet had already been saved—not by any Memo Keeper or any member of the IPC, but by an Aeon. Fuli is always present in every great event of the cosmos, yet their presence is so silent. Even their followers never knew the Aeon of Remembrance enough. Better not to know than to know the harsh truth, certain people around the cosmos would reply to this scenario.
Much wasn't known about Fuli, no one could exactly predict their future actions. Some higher ups of the IPC and Memo Keepers would say that perhaps it wasn't an Aeonless planet, but a forgotten one by Fuli. But it wasn't time to worry, that place had ceased to exist anyway. There were no survivors, so it was expected everyone would forget about its existence completely in perhaps a month or two.
No one survived...The Aeons had another version of the story. Only one person did. The girl managed to survive thanks to her finally following a path—the path of remembrance. A block of strange ice or perhaps crystal was used to preserve her—enough to keep her alive, but her memories...Fuli decided it was best to let her forget about her past life. Better to have a new life than to keep spiraling into never-ending despair once she woke up and found her home was now ashes.
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Years, perhaps even decades passed. She was found by followers of Akivili. Rescuing her, she felt so out of place as she slowly regained the strength to move her body. Yet her past a blur. Yet the crew of the Astral Express would always help her. The strangers in front of her back then when she awoke, they were the closest thing she had to family for now.
Perhaps she would never get her memories back or even she might forget her current ones too, but she knew that the Astral Express would always be her new home ever since she woke up a 7th of March a year or two ago. She would always know it would always be her home thanks to all the pictures and scrapbook pages she made of them and their adventures...
But more especially. She would always know that the train traveling around the cosmos was her home because the crew members were always there for her and promised her to always be there for her no matter what even if she forgot her new memories or regained her old ones.