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vanish with the breeze. Maybe it had been her
imagination, or a memory come alive. Yet in that
moment, she felt as though Melodi Hujan truly stood
beside her, listening and playing.
She closed her eyes, soaking in the silence, and
wondered: Was it a sign they would meet again
someday? Or had their melody finally reached its end?
No answer came—only a song left unfinished, still
echoing in the wind, in their hearts, and in memories that
would never fade.
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