It is me who lives there now. I don't know how I got there, through some time portal or a window maybe, or with the help of a secret friend who lives in a labyrinth in that little toy which my father brought to her from far away. Russia, I think.	She mentioned that this was not a toy but her room. The little silver ball is her moving through this little environment. Absence that you can feel to the touch, longing for a moment where nothing stirs.

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