By IMERPUS RELUR
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He reached a village of no people.
Only names.
> Carved in droplets.
Hovering in midair.
He whispered one.
It evaporated.
Then another.
And another.
Until he found his own.
Floating.
Waiting.
He touched it—
and it rained.
For the first time,
he wept with the world.