Cselekményleírást tartalmazó szöveg
Citlali: When you live as long as me, a person is like a flower. The color draws you in. You water it to see it bloom. It rewards you with its fragrance… But it doesn't last. With the passing of the seasons, everything withers away. You can try to water it, but it will never bloom again. Even if the same plot of soil is covered in flowers the following year, the one you remember won't be there.
