Lost Sight, Found Strength

The path is so dark and dim, but Julie keeps walking. She is scared, yet her adrenaline makes her look back several times, urging her to walk faster with each step. She wonders why she can't move faster and then realizes it's just her thoughts getting wilder the longer she's on the road. She shouldn't have chosen this path—terrified and confused. She's already halfway through. It sucks. The only way is to adapt, over time. She has one more block, two more, and again she convinces herself it's just one more step to her destination. She's no longer afraid when she starts looking at the sky instead of the road. The evening feels scarier when it's right in front of our eyes, but when it's above, the stars are beautiful. The cold air on her skin feels warmer as her mind grows calmer. Gently, she realizes that she's no longer worried. In fact, she's arrived, in no time. -- I think loneliness comes from the mind. It's not about being surrounded ...
Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

s t r o n g

R E V E R I E

What would you do if you can have a daydream and you would see anything you do want to happen?

That's what Renault Swann can do. The guy with ability to make his imagination turns into reality.

Can you imagine no one ever notice of his ability or even tracks what would he do next all the time?

except maybe for Cygne Monet, just like her name, is a painter.

She paints what she is seeing from her dreams while she is on nap.

That is just one thing standing in a way.

Neither of two know each other.

Yet trying be the judge to one another.

Does it go as comedy or tragedy?

Now, your bet.





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