I grasp a joyful fragment of memory, yet it feels so faded that I wonder if it is truly mine. A long time ago, I used to spend summer holidays with my parents in the Alps.
Back then, my brother was my best friend, and together we engineered water turbines in the icy river. Our hands were frozen, yet we felt secure and lighthearted. Suddenly, I had a sensation of déjà vu, as if I had been there with him in another life. He told me he felt the same.
That feeling echoed within me and expanded, as though life itself was overlapping with something beyond our own. This moment remains special because, for a fleeting instant, I felt as though I had touched eternity.
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