Ilona?
Ah, yes, yes. She used to melt me.
With all those dead lights, mind puzzles.
The drawings. Yes, the drawings were the key.
When we lost it, we lost us.
Ilona, she left me for a physics course.
Though we never were together.
She had pity, so she was mercy.
Mercy.
She had the most beautiful hands.
I can't seem to get why she stopped.
Stopped me.
That stuff she did, yes, all that death.
She represented it with so much life.
Ilona, she will not die.
Maybe just physically.
Well, maybe not.
She left me for a physics course, after all.
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