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❝ᗩᗰOᑎG ᖴᗩITᕼ, ᕼOᑭE, ᗩᑎᗪ ᒪOᐯE - TᕼE ᗷEST IS ᒪOᐯE.❞♥️

he sat down completely. head against the door, he tipped his chin back and sobbed. "thank you." he clasped his fingers as if to pray. pray for the hand that had picked up the key, slid it into the lock, turned, and opened the cage that had kept him stationery. all these years, a real bird treated like a show piece; now the feathers that had been tied down by chains were fanning out, expanding, stretching and carving an arc out of the blue sky. 𝘰𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. he was set free at last. allowed to sit atop mountain peaks, swoop down into green valleys, graze the largest ocean, and fly to any part of this world. this wonderful world.
he could do anything now.
cherrie cried tears of joy, of being liberated, because after all these years of restrained hands and glued ankles, freezing fear and scorching guilt, he could finally-
𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
⇢ will-o'-wisp; @eunjoobak🍒

the wild grasses and plants of the cold palace were left untended and flourished over a vast expanse of land as if it were to join with the horizon. a brush of wind swept up the flower blossoms from the ground. in the very moment he raised his sleeve, past the flower blossoms dancing in the sky, he saw him.
his gaze was immediately drawn to his pale face, his slender figure clothed in a simple white robe.
his content expression.
smiling.
as if no one existed but him, but the shadow of the trees, the scattering of the flower blossoms, the splendidness of the sunlight.
⇢ the blind concubine; xia niangniang🍓

❝wenn ich heute nacht nicht fliegen kann, wann dann?❞🏮

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