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Silence. A deep silence, frozen in the cold winter air. Akito sat by the window, her husband Shigure half-way across the room, reading a meloncholy novel about a fake love, one facaded to be real, not unlike theirs. Snow was falling down onto the road, putting little white dots onto the pitch-black pavement. Pitch Black. Akito chuckled, if only slightly, remembering of how the road was kind of what she thought life was like when she was still a "god". Pitch black, with no light, no happiness, no hope for such things, or anything at all. But now the pitch black was filled with light, like the delicate snowflakes on the road. When she and Sh