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Scooping up scraps and strands on her journey, the Piece made her own path, stuck together with grass and time.


It led to the planet of Burnt Dawn, where she befriended Zorrolvido.


“Pick up what you can now,” Zorrolvido warned, “For the season is shortening, and the Memory Collector arrives with autumn’s breeze....”


So the Piece joined this heist, stashing memories in their bag before they were taken away forever.  


But the breeze turned to wind, and Recuerdorito Coleccionista pirouetted into the landscape.  “I will forget all of this before Summer,” she screeched into the valley, “Only the moons’ blue will remain.”

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