death
From my tears, the river, that flows through the snowcapped forest, was created. I have yet to turn into the ground itself if fate allows me to. I do not wish to be part of nature, but like the cruel Mother she is, I have no choice. I will bear
death
I confused its cries with shrieks. A haunting noise echoing through the icy plains. A place where creatures such as that don't belong. It’s not beneficial for their hunts if their prey has full view of their imposing and terrifying appearance. The blood they carry in their
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What is love, if not futile? Fleeting? Human emotions are rampant and unstable. There’s nothing to latch on to be able to trust. There’s a saying I heard somewhere, by someone who I can’t remember the name of; ‘Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. Hospital
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A large and opulent concert hall. Bright lights above a stage decorated with the finest flowers. Every seat occupied with a guest donned in their finest clothes: a mix of furs, feathers, or leathers. Everyone awaits the grand entrance of the next instrument; played by Emilia Crane. The young girl,
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Your life is…fine. There’s a routine that you find comfort in. No surprises. No changes. The years start to mesh together. You start wondering what happened when. It could’ve been last year when it actually happened five years ago. At least you’re safe in this bubble
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Vast lands outstretched for miles with nothing in sight. During the winters, the snow fades into the sky and it’s like living within a dandelion. The only color that gives this atmosphere life, is the lone Sakura, that resides in the middle of these lands, far from society. Some