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At first there was hope. Hope for better things, hope life would change. Then there was red. The tree of memories deposited its remaining leaf: it was a mirror. He was withered, disconnected. Fragile. A girl who held a resemblance to what was lost. She was innocent, ignorant. Connected. . . . Then there was red. - *Note: This is a creative fancomic. No copyright infringement intended, rights to some characters belong to Nintendo and Gamefreak.