02-14-2025, 07:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-14-2025, 07:59 PM by Mesen-ka. Edited 1 time in total.)
He dreams of a wonderland.
Mesen-ka walks through a field of wildflowers brushing up his wrists. Birds sing through his ears: their whistles are euphonious. Some click out their tunes, and others draw out long calling sounds. Lush, deep green shrubbery surroundeds the outskirts of the meadow. Dark, homey shadows to the small wildlife. A small stream trickles to his left made of water so clear that every flower stem reflects below the blue skies.
Every muscle is relaxed. For once, he can close his eyes as he walks, and leave them so. He can smile with heat in his ears.
He feels peace.
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Mesen-ka walks through a field of wildflowers brushing up his wrists. Birds sing through his ears: their whistles are euphonious. Some click out their tunes, and others draw out long calling sounds. Lush, deep green shrubbery surroundeds the outskirts of the meadow. Dark, homey shadows to the small wildlife. A small stream trickles to his left made of water so clear that every flower stem reflects below the blue skies.
Every muscle is relaxed. For once, he can close his eyes as he walks, and leave them so. He can smile with heat in his ears.
He feels peace.
the staff team luvs u
