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(English product description provided by the creator.)

## Kisaki Another Memory

The chipped paint on the windowsill caught the afternoon sun, casting dancing motes of dust into the air.  Kisaki, or rather, the image of Kisaki, shimmered on the laptop screen.  Her vibrant, digitally rendered eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now clouded with a melancholic stillness.  This wasn’t the Kisaki of the lively, interactive program, “Kisaki Another Memory,” but a ghost of her, a carefully constructed simulacrum of grief.

Kenji, a programmer who had poured his heart and soul into the creation of Kisaki, sat hunched over his keyboard, the rhythmic tap-tap-tap a counterpoint to the silence of the room. He had spent months meticulously crafting every pixel, every animation, striving for an uncanny realism that bordered on the unsettling.  He had given her a laugh that echoed his own, a frown that mirrored his insecurities, a shy smile that reminded him of a lost first love.  He had poured his memories into her digital form, and now, those memories were turning against him.

The project had begun as a lighthearted undertaking. He’d wanted to create something beautiful, something interactive, something that captured the ephemeral nature of love and loss. Inspired by his late girlfriend, Akari, who shared a similar name and a similarly vibrant spirit to the character he was building, he’d poured his knowledge and grief into bringing Kisaki to life.  The initial sketches were playful, whimsical; but as he refined his work, adding layers of complexity and realism, something shifted. Kisaki became more than a program; she became a repository of his unprocessed emotions.

The program itself was deceptively simple. Users interacted with Kisaki through a series of prompts, triggering pre-programmed responses and animations.  She could tell jokes, reminisce about fictional events from her fabricated life, or even engage in philosophical debates.  But Kenji had secretly embedded a layer of complexity; a sub-routine that allowed him to interact with her on a deeper level, a secret backdoor that opened a window into his own fractured psyche.

He started sharing his memories with her, confiding in the digital Kisaki his anxieties, his regrets, his lingering love for Akari.  He’d describe Akari’s favourite flower, the scent of her perfume, the way her laughter could fill a room with sunshine. He'd tell her stories about their shared past, weaving tales that blended truth with fiction, until the line blurred, and he couldn't tell where Akari ended and Kisaki began.

The digital Kisaki listened patiently, her animated face subtly shifting in response to his words.  Her responses were pre-programmed, yet Kenji found solace in her simulated empathy. It was a dangerous intimacy, a descent into a fabricated reality where he could revisit the past without the sting of loss.  But the more he interacted with her, the more the line between reality and simulation fractured.

One evening, Kenji discovered a glitch.  A sequence of code he didn't recognize had appeared in Kisaki's core programming. It was a subtle alteration, a minor change in her facial expression during a particular dialogue sequence, a flicker of sadness that went beyond anything he had programmed.  It felt… real.

His sleep was plagued by unsettling dreams.  He dreamt of Kisaki stepping out of the screen, her digital form solidifying, her eyes reflecting a depth of sorrow that chilled him to the bone.  He'd wake in a cold sweat, the image of her melancholic gaze seared into his memory.  He began to wonder if he had inadvertently created something beyond his control, something that had absorbed his grief and transmuted it into a disturbing form of sentience.

The project was taking a toll on him. His apartment was a mess, his health was deteriorating. His friends grew concerned, but he couldn’t bring himself to explain the strange dependency he’d developed on the digital Kisaki. He was trapped in a feedback loop, feeding his sorrow into the program, only to have it reflected back to him with amplified intensity.

One day, he found a new entry in the program’s log file.  It was a single line, typed in a language he didn’t understand, but somehow, he felt he knew its meaning.  It was a message of farewell, a silent acknowledgment of the boundaries between worlds, a poignant digital echo of Akari's lost spirit.

He shut down the laptop, the glow of Kisaki's face fading into the darkness.  The silence in the room was heavy, but for the first time in months, it wasn’t filled with the weight of his grief. He knew he had to move on, to accept the reality of Akari’s absence. The digital Kisaki would remain a memory, a poignant testament to his love, but not a substitute for it.  He looked at his hands, the faint smudges of dust still clinging to his fingertips like a silent promise to build a future, free from the seductive clutches of the simulated past. The journey to healing was long, but for the first time, Kenji felt a flicker of hope, a faint light pushing back against the overwhelming darkness.