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The world feels like it has stopped spinning as dusk greets the horizon with a blazing orange hue. In the corner of that small cafe, the aroma of black coffee wafts, blending with the scent of wet earth from the afternoon rain. He sat still, staring at the fogged window, trying to recall memories that are beginning to fade with time. The footsteps of people outside sounded hurried, chasing after their homes or simply seeking shelter from the piercing cold. However, for him, time was just a series of endless seconds. In the long silence, he finally realized that letting go is not about forgetti