At that moment she heard the sound of the wind. She caught familiar smells - the smell of an iron hammer, the smell of painkillers and metal, the smell of blood... Distant dreams, vanished happiness - it was impossible to believe, but even he once did not lead the most ordinary life. At that moment, March saw her own reflection. It was amazingly clear, and it was her. Trembling in pain, unhappy, torn by pain, crazy?, funny?...

“so you are my memories”