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															    "His name was Lan. I don’t recall his surname; I believe it was Xianhui..? I can barely remember his appearance either. About him, I think he had long, navy–coloured hair. He would put a third of his hair up into a bun. And he was tall, but about an inch shorter than my old self. The markings on the kitchen wall say so, at least.
															    He had an eye for art — that’s the most significant thing. Everyone was some sort of masterpiece he had to know about. 
															    I met Xianhui Lan when I was young. I wish we could have spent more time together, even if we already did so much. Maybe that way, he could've learnt about me too."
															    
															

															    "Her name was Irene. I really liked her company, I know for absolute certain. She had medium-length purplish hair, maybe until her shoulders. Very rarely though we’d see her with her hair completely up or down - it was always parted and tied in some way. Usually, at the sides of her head were always two dainty pigtails, and she would hide her hair ties with white ribbons tied into neat bows. I remember those very vividly. They'd flutter everytime she tilted her head, like a butterfly.
															    She was an ace at writing. Ironic, as she herself was a quiet person. But everytime I saw her notebooks, they teemed with words; words she never said aloud. Words about me, Lan, Mio... But not a single word about herself.
															    I wish I could have told her more - I know now that she truly valued words more than anything."
															    
															

															    "His name was Mio. Of him, I know the least, and I am guilty of that. But what can I say? I can’t make any changes to that. His hair was much shorter than Lan’s but long enough to tie a short ponytail. It was a very light shade of blue. 
															    He believed in magic in its entirety even though he was a magician. He knew the sleight of hand, the tricks and falsities, but he'd always say the real magic was the joy it brought.
															    I feel like I know nothing about him at all, even if he was the one who spoke the most when we were together."
															    
															

															    "My name is Yu Hong."