At the foot of the black crystal tree, there was a translucent silhouette of a woman. She didn't look at them. She was looking up at the sky, her mouth open in a silent scream. Fragments of feelings hovered around her—overwhelming horror, chilling longing, and then — a sharp, absolute emptiness. The echo lasted for a few seconds and dispersed like smoke.

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