Chapter 44

Your mind is a book

Your thoughts

are your words

How you choose to paint it

Shows how you look on the world.

Your ears are the doors

Hater's words are the demons

Once you let them control you

Your book is now gone

And your words turn into

depressing songs.

~illusion (me)

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Soon, it is my turn to enter the sacred ceremonial room, and relucantly I bid goodbye to Ora. I hope mommy will let us have a playdate, later on.

As I step into the room, it is nothing like how I imagined it to be. The view mirrors a fantasy forest. There are tiny bright dots dancing around me, like stars. There are tall trees everywhere, standing upright like giants they dwarf me. Small bushes of green and blue are rooted everywhere. The sun's rays upon my skin felt invigorating. This was even better than the time when I first entered the sect's school.