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One overcast afternoon, Melodi Senja returned to
her favorite bench in the garden and reflected on their

time together. Suddenly, from somewhere in the distance,
she heard a very familiar pianica tune. The notes were

faint, as if coming from far away, yet so clear they

stopped her in her tracks.

Melodi Senja stood up and searched for the
source, hoping against hope that Melodi Hujan might

have returned, though her heart knew it very unlikely.

But the melody continued to flow, beckoning her to
follow. She walked along the garden path, past the tall

trees, further toward the small forest behind the school.
The deeper she ventured, the closer the music

seemed—almost as if her friend waited there among the
trees.

At last she reached the small clearing they used to
visit. No one was there—only the wind rustling the

leaves, carrying a faint echo of the melody that slowly
faded away. Melodi Senja smiled softly and let the notes

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