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Waves lapped gently against the shore in soft, rhythmic whispers. Sunlight gilded the sand, only to be washed clean again by the next surge.

Sora lay sprawled on the beach, arms behind his head, soaking in the warmth. A seagull cried somewhere above. Beside him, Riku sat cross-legged, eyes fixed on the horizon.
"What do you think's out there?" Sora asked.
"Our destiny."
Sora blinked, then chuckled. "You think Mom would let me sail into destiny?"
Riku didn't look away, but a rare smile curved his lips. "She won't have to. One day, we'll leave on our own terms. And when we do, we'll make our own rules."

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Kairi drew hearts on the stone wall, tucking flowers and stars in between them. She smiled to herself and hummed a familiar song, one that always came to her when she sought comfort in this secret place. Just moments ago, she had felt lingering sadness, but the melody wrapped around her heart in a soft, warm glow, gently lifting her spirits and making her feel safe.

She didn't know where the song came from. Still, with each note, she felt the sadness recede further, replaced by a sense of love she couldn't put into words. In its place, hope quietly blossomed, and the world around her seemed brighter and full of possibilities.

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Light. That was the first thing Naminé saw in Sora’s memories. Gradually, shapes emerged, colors and images she carefully traced onto the paper, guided as if in a dream.

Before she realized it, another drawing was complete. This time, it showed two figures holding hands. One with brown hair. One with blonde.

A lie of her own making.

"Well done," Marluxia said, his voice smooth as silk as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "With this memory, he'll start thinking of you soon enough."

Yes , she thought. A memory built on lies – just like your praise.

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He saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing.
He just kept falling – deeper and deeper – like a raindrop swallowed by infinity.
Where had he come from? 
Where was he now?

He didn’t know.

He simply existed – suddenly, inexplicably – and became aware of it. That was all.

Then, in a flash, sensation returned:
Light. A forest. A house. A man in a dark cloak, with amber eyes glinting beneath his hood.
"Roxas," the man said. "That’s your name now."

Roxas.

Life stirred within him – a flicker in what had once been nothing.
And for the first time, the darkness in his mind gave way.

Roxas, he thought. That’s me.

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There was a sharp hiss as the fire went out. Next, the ice spell melted at his feet, a chilly reminder of failure. Mickey gripped the keyblade tighter in disappointment as his heart sank.

He sighed and lowered his keyblade. "Master, it’s not working." 

"You give up too quickly," Yen Sid remarked. Red light chased shadows as he flicked his hand, sending a fireball soaring across the room.

Mickey blinked. Beneath his frustration, hope glowed like a firefly.

"Imagine the flame," Yen Sid instructed. "Feel its warmth. Then the spell will comply. The secret to overcoming even the most difficult obstacles is imagination.

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"Come on, Ven!"
Peter and the other boys shifted restlessly on their feet. But Ven just stared at the wooden Keyblade in his hands, Terra’s name carved deep into its hilt – a relic from a time when everything still felt right and they all knew their place in the world.

"If you wait any longer, you’ll never let go."
"You’re right." He drew a steadying breath and gently set the training blade into the chest, among the other treasures.

New paths were waiting for him. And this memory – his little sanctuary – would remain here. Untouched. Forever.

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