Memory fades with time - words do not. The fragility of truth calls into question the validity of books, tainted by outside perspectives and ideologies. But journals, diaries, and other personal accounts - those that were bereft of tampering - are the only sources of knowledge left that hold an ounce of truth, that hold the simultaneity relative to whatever had occurred to paint a clearer picture.

Harmony was not asleep for very long and in that time, everything had changed. She was going to find out why.

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