[She tilts her head at the message, amused. She doesn't know how to really explain that the Stranger isn't her friend she communicates with, but it's a harmless enough thing to assume.]
The sun will come out again. The snow will melt, flowers will bloom. This isn't the end of everything.
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The sun will come out again. The snow will melt, flowers will bloom. This isn't the end of everything.