He came. / 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐𝘯 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘺.. / Telegram Center

He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.