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It's raining outside, Mom.

It's been a while since I last felt that emptiness of not belonging to something.

I went towards destiny, without realizing that I was being pulled to meet you.

It's raining outside, Mom.

And I often wonder if, in this world, it is somehow sentimentally tied to The Constants.

I've been observing them, Mom.

Caring, instructing — with everything you taught me.

It's raining outside, Mom.

It's raining here, too.

They are drowning, Mom, outside.

While the walls are being built.

While the gate remains closed.

Under the weight of their own ego, I see them sink.

Drowned in their own ego.

The rain doesn't stop, Mom.