He pressed play. The familiar, rhythmic crackle of a production filled his headphones, mixing with the low hum of the evening train. As the first melodic lines from Khôi Vũ drifted in, the city outside the window began to blur. Minh wasn’t just going home; he was going back.
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By the time the track faded out into a soft piano outro, the stars were beginning to peek through the clouds. Minh tucked his phone into his pocket. The song was a bridge—one that let him visit the past for three minutes and forty-two seconds, before crossing back into the present.
He stepped off the train and walked toward the iron gates of his old high school. The sun was dipping low, painting the yellow walls in a deep, honeyed amber. It looked exactly the same, yet felt impossibly smaller.
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