A dream that never wasShe sits in a field of flowers, forever dreaming of an illusion that will never be.Everyday she comes at sunset.Everyday she leaves at sunrise.A young man approaches, holding a bouquet of wilting flowers."This will be the last day." He mumbles softly.She nods but does not turn. The tears of happiness that would have once streamed down her face are nonexistent. Never to come again."On the twelfth day of engagement, my true love gave to me..."He triumphantly holds out the flowers, a symbol of his love."Twelve fancy flowers!"As she always does, the girl turns and reaches out for the flowers.Just like the rest of the memory, t
I just adore all your work...
(And I'm sorry about not commenting for so long...)
And I'm so happy that you like the style as well!
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