the wild grasses and plants of the cold palace were left untended and flourished over a vast expanse of land as if they 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 shadows of the trees, the scattering of the flower blossoms, the splendidness of the sunlight.
• the blind concubine
among faith, hope, and love - the best is love.
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- en el país de Nunca Jamás, visitando a Tigrilla.
- JoinedMarch 20, 2015