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How do you begin narrating the story of your life?

For me, I would do it like this.

I would take a deep breath and let myself be carried away by the tides of my subconscious. I would close my eyes and let my mind reel ever-so-carefully so that this string of thought would not break. Ah, such sweet reminiscence, coming back to my senses bit by bit. I shiver from the chilly thought… and so, I warmly embrace my soul.

I would clench my fist just a little when it stings, bite my lips as I let out a subtle chuckle when those moments of bliss flash on my mind like scenes from a movie, and then perhaps shed a tear or two as the curtain falls... as the trail of thoughts come to an end.

They say that life is a circle. It has no beginning. It has no end. But all circles have a center – and that is where I would start.

How do you begin narrating the story of your life? For me, I would do it like this. I would start from the core, from the basics, from the cliché.

I would start from that time when I wore school uniforms, strapless shoes, and ponytails...

From that time when bullies and popular school boys slept and smoked on campus rooftops...

From that time when I once went partying with my friends...

From that time when he first held me in his arms... and how I could not let go of the warmth...

How everything would progress to that moment…

… that moment when the wind suddenly changed its course, taking me along with it.

And so, I would now hand this pen to the writer, who would tell the first part of this story in my behalf.

I have yet to warn you of my frailty.

- Zethia (001. Prologue.) Fragment