*Three months ago* Trace on. I have to take it apart again! *Sakura!* *What’s for dinner tonight?* *I got some good eggplants, so I think I’ll make some arrabiata.* *Wow, I’m looking forward to it!* Oh, this again. An old memory is swept away by the color of flames. I am not allowed to wallow in my memories, it says. Every time I’m dreaming… I arrive at the usual terminus. In other words, it means I’m going to wake up soon.