I inhale the dusty air of the storage room.
Old books, tatami mats, and the scent of osmanthus drifting from somewhere.
A single breath is a specimen box labeled "the past."

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A deeply drawn breath. Within it,
the dust of the past, the scent of flowers yet to bloom,
and the weight of this very moment are all mingled.

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