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y feet stepped on the coastline on a quiet afternoon. I enjoyed watching the beautiful sun slowly sink below the horizon. I closed my eyes as I heard the delicate singing of little waves as if it were a soothing lullaby. “Cyan!” As soon as I heard my name, I grinned. His lips curled as his eyes glistened. He ran towards me, waving his left hand, which was holding the most recent tabloid. “Today’s good fortune for Cyan and Red!” he said and happily unfolded that newspaper. I’m always afraid of unraveling the thread of the predictions whenever a newspaper horoscope column is published. Fortune-telling always leaves me in a state of befuddlement. It was already dark when my hair was blown around by the fierce wind, and the strands slammed my face into reality. Slowly opening my eyes, I gazed at the dazzling constellations.
68 | Cosmos
