Two little boys were playing on the ground. Their identical looks made it clear they were twins.
The children had the appearance of nobles, with golden hair and bright blue eyes.
Arlon immediately recognized them. He had seen them before. But he had forgotten.
Not just once, but twice. Or maybe even three times?
The scene continued.
The two boys played alone, completely absorbed in their own world. They seemed to get along well.
Then, their mother arrived, gently picking them up in her arms. The love between them was undeniable—the children adored her, and she cherished them just as deeply.
Days passed. Arlon lived through each of them, yet at the same time, they flickered by in mere seconds.
The boys grew older. Then, one of them fell ill. He had looked into something forbidden.
In the end, he was confined to his bed. An old man, who seemed to be the village chief, carefully wrapped cloth bandages over his eyes.
