By IMERPUS RELUR
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A boy stood in a circle.
Sand fell upward.
Time ran… backward.
The child smiled at Imer.
> "You're too late."
"I already forgave the future."
He vanished.
Imer looked at his own hands.
They were younger.
His heart beat with the rhythm of a child.
He remembered—
Not what was done to him…
But what he didn't do.