Echo

Before:
There were 11. Well, it could be a few more, but they were a ton older so I never got to know them well. Inevitably, they broke off eventually, one by one, and drifted away. New seeds were already being sown then.
Now:
There is... hmph I needn't count. They're noisy enough. Everything seems so surreal. I never tried imagining, but it wasn't that surprising for things to be the way they are now.
It was my grandfather's birthday. Everyone's pretty much there.
Time flies.