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The wind that caresses the loose strands of my hair. The calm sunlight that brushes upon my skin. The tickling flatter of the slightly dampened meadow. The song of vibrant colors surrounding the tiny petals. 

Yet, I somehow cannot take my eyes away from your pleasant aesthetics. The personification of beauty in every aspect.

I wonder if you can hear my heart's silent cry?


My Art, My Love, My Desperation.

The Despicable's Plead

Recalling everything that I had experienced today, I thought it was finally fulfilled and over with. 


From the moment we trudged in here, we were already subjected to a battleground of scrutiny. 


The period we converse with passive and audible words, the curiosity of the ears begins to twitch for something new. 


The slightest shift of the atmosphere can cause unbreathable tension. 


We were in a circus of fools and lies. 


We were in a zoo of animalistic greed. 


Any outsider would dare to wonder how luxury chains are more frightening when they start to rust. 


In this world we live in, anything that shines and glimmers contain filth much more hideous than one could tell. 


I was prepared to face a night of judgment. 


Nevertheless, I didn't expect to succumb to an evening of nightmares. 


After Solar's wonderfully expressed speech, people, once again, resumed socializing with one another. 


CHAPTER LXI: The Whimpers of the Abandoned Beast