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It was a long day at work. When Ei’s finally get off work, she went to the train station and waited quietly for the train to take her home. She once believed that eternity means stillness. Unchanged. Preserved. Yet, the blossoms tells a different story P. They fades, but still, they endures. “Perhaps eternity was never about resisting change…but allowing it.” She thought. The trains glided into the station and opened its doors. As she gets on board, petals brushed past her sleeve. Brief, fleeting, yet undeniably real. And for the first time, eternity no longer felt so distant.