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When my soul shall fade in the dark, I wish for you not to grief but to remember, of the memories we share, of the moments we smiled and when we laughed. Hold my hand and let your tears flow, not because it is over but because it happened. Aim higher than we aimed for the dreams we shared, stand stronger than we stood when we protected each other. This is not the end of your journey, this is just my destiny. You are destined to aim for the stars and beyond, so please, darling, remember me for eternity. This is my manifesto, my final wish, my good goodbye.

As if she was led by an invisible trail, the hooded primate with the enormous box on her back wandered the outskirts of the city, her eyes on the ground in front of her and her hands tightly gripping the box’s shoulder straps. Onlookers were amazed at her balance and strength, save for the few monkeys that would sneakily escape into alleys when she walked past. Dockworkers who were in the middle of their smoke break through their cigarettes into the trash to jump back to work, less their foreman decide they could all be replaced by this hooded stranger. She paid them no mind. She had a job to do and wasn’t about to let a distraction get in her way. Every intersection she would come to would lead her to stop and close her eyes, waiting for the next set of directions to come to her. The mental path led her away from the docks, away from the inviting food stands, and away from all the taller buildings. She found herself in front of a warehouse, loud cheers audible from behind the large