THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
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(noun) Absent-minded dreaming while awake. An abstracted state of absorption. ━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━
Summer shines beautifully on the rivers, Snaking shadows of canopies dance coyly, Teasing the tiny waves of snow and silver, Spreading happy warmth on every face.
Life goes on like the waves; rising to fall, Harder it gets and so does the pain befall, But one day the merry will return bolder, To burst things that scared you colder.
After every autumn, ain't there a spring, Pain in me ends in your heart swing, Sing me faith and wrap me with hopes, Let's face the darks till...
BANG... BAN... BANG- BANG!
The sudden whacky knocks made the calligraphy quill to dribble out of his grip.
Can't I relax on my own any day? Dear life get me some discounts of your not so perfect timings! Cussing between his gritted teeth, he closed his dear diary in a blink. He pulled his chestnut wood tripod stool from his polished writing desk to walk towards the oxide metal door with erratic clumsy steps.
"Bro, what takes you so long? It's just dusk! I know you aren't soaked in your boo bear slum-"
A sudden sweep of peppermint-scented air howled amidst the clearing.
"Aye aye, Mr Notorious Prince. Save up the drama. Your girl isn't nearby." He made the door gawk wide while retreating into his dimly lit antic shell.
"Ah, the peppermints are too heavy today. Seems like someone is so intense!" Hugh limped over the bronze velvet diwan with his legs crossed.
"Hmm, maybe!" A thin sigh escaped his smiling fleshy lips.
"But why her? She seems too dark and ambushing. And look at you, my gentle geese. Woo-hoo don't become her voodoo do-"
"One more word and you will be doomed! I won't pick paperweights all the time."
"Man, that was heavy enough to bruise me for god sake! Oh saint Aaron, now would you mind less harm?" Hugh compressed his bruising in his left palm while sipping some air to calm down his alarming nerves.
"Shoot! Let me get some camphor."
"Are you out of mind? I'm allergic to camphor and this isn't a new piece of news to you!" His caution made him fidget in confusion but in a moment he began his hunt.
"Camphor isn't right!"
"But yellow flower works. Stop shrieking now." He pulled out a kit box and took an amber ampule. With the heavy tap with a metal piece, he soaked the golden yellow extract in a cotton fluff and wrapped it in his arm with an adhesive tape.
