"Snow?"
Nolan glanced out the window and saw snow starting to fall from the cloudy sky.
He held out his right hand and felt the cold snowflakes land on his palm.
"It's been a year since last winter," he murmured. "Time really does fly."
That winter had been very special to him. Back then, he and Seira had set up dragon statues all over the city that shot fireworks in every direction.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't get to experience that kind of excitement again this year.
The people of this world had forgotten him. Nolan Lorian's identity had been erased from everyone's memories.
Now, he was simply Nolan Frey, a stranger with no special place in anyone's life.
Nolan looked up at the sky, gazing at the gray clouds stretching into the distance.
His purple eyes remained calm, though a hint of sadness lingered in them.
"For some reason, I suddenly feel sad," he whispered. "It's almost as if someone I was connected to has passed away."
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