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“I didn’t burn,” the voice whispered. “I became the gold. I’ve been waiting for you to listen.”

Her grandmother had been right. Gold remembers. mitsuna rei

Then, a whisper. Not a color this time. A name. “I didn’t burn,” the voice whispered

“Crimson is brave,” her grandmother would say, threading a needle with red silk. “It speaks of heartbeats and vows. Blue is lonely, but honest. Gold... gold remembers.” “I didn’t burn