[ Even after the false memory has already served its purpose and been discarded, Naminé recalls nearly its every detail. Of course she would, since it was she who placed each one there in the first place. The dark, starlit sky of Sora's home is the same as always, the passing light of the meteor shower vibrant against the evening. The air is balmy and comfortable, the sand warm from the now-past day and from the two children sitting close together. When Sora experiences it, he'll even find that the weight and texture of the toy wooden sword are right.
Though it never happened, though Naminé has never been the tiny blonde child that Sora will see at his younger self's side, it feels just as real as any other recollection. ]
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Though it never happened, though Naminé has never been the tiny blonde child that Sora will see at his younger self's side, it feels just as real as any other recollection. ]