Singularity

...or Plum Twig

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Friends say that when they are talking to me there are different people instead me. One person is soft like a kind girl. Another one is hard and too serious. And so on. Some online friends asked me if I am a boy or a girl. It was not very admirable for me.

Some friends treat me as a cyborg, a cybernetical organism. I can do everything, and nobody care I can be sad or tired. They are right...

Could I remember a planet from which I have come?

Laying near the water you read your memory, 23 aged girl with fresh grass coloured eyes.
Listening to soft whisper of grass and trees near the river, you can edit your past.
Little jungle bells in your thoughts ask you if you want to save this piece of memory or not.
Lime of the grass around is connecting to the flowers images and returns the rainbow of lovely moments.
Lights on the water are indicating that your memory works in normal mode.
Laying you touch tender little flowers with your toes — you like walking barefoot.
Like a sky with water-colour little clouds you are dressed with unnoticeable white clothes.
Lazy afternoon gives you precious pearls of river sparks, that remain on your skin.
Look, there is a piece of your happiness and smile in every drop.

Hi everybody.
That’s the picture. It is not an atmosphere at the Jupiter, it’s just water.
Water in the Volga river, near a ship.