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delicious. Before going to bed, he would point his index finger at
my arm. Small yellow sparkles would come out of it and weave into
a golden string. One end attached to his finger, the other end at
me. It felt warm and peculiarly relaxed as Luxian transferred his
spiritual energy to me.

Another three decades had passed since the end of my
natural lifespan. My vision and hearing start to become blurry, but
still good. It was much more difficult to walk. I slept during most of
the days. The pain in my back was very annoying. Luxian was still
smiling as he transferred his spiritual energy to me every day, but
I noticed that it took a bit longer. Overall everything was good, we
continued our daily routine, starting with a kiss in the morning and
a meal in the evening.

After another fifty years had passed, Luxian told me that
I sometimes slept for an entire week or an entire month. I could no
longer go for walks nor sat properly at the dining table. I became
thinner and more wrinkled. Breathing was tiring. My hair grew
whiter and longer every day. Luxian was the one who trimmed
them. Only the blurry Gingko tree outside was visible, its colours
changed along with the passing seasons. One time, it was green,
the other, yellow, red, and sometimes, none. Communication was
difficult.
Another hundred years had passed, all was dark and quiet.
Telepathy was my only way to connect to the world and all I could
hear was Luxian. He told me that he missed me every time I woke
up. I caressed his face weakly. The only things that signaled my
existence were: the weak scent of frankincense, Luxian’s