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"命"
Centuries ago was a life that bloomed ever so effortlessly, like kind branches of cherry blossoms in the land of eternal spring. Seeing how things come to life, from mere seeds to trees, from cells to newfound entities and organisms, it seemed magical more than scientific.
There was dew on the grass, droplets from night's trail where Y/n stood barefoot on the grass. There was awe in their eyes, adoration laced around e/c irises that shone under the sun's kind rays. The attire they wore fit so comfortably in their figure, a cheap yukata that contrasts their status. They lived contented, as if they flowed along with life like a leaf in a river stream. Deep down, sentience was what made them value life more than their existence.
They hum to life sweet nothings that birds muse in reply, one perched on their finger, singing along.
They could also feel the presence of someone from behind, looking behind to smile at the visitor. His eyes lay confused at their form, leaves and soil staining the edges of their attire, and a flower crown on their head. Kunikuzushi always wondered why they valued life.
"Kunikuzushi-san!" They greeted with a smile, extending a hand as if to urge him to sit beside them in the wet grass. "Come, sit beside me." He obliged, planting his knees on the grass, feeling the dew on his legs. The yukata he wore was getting a little wet at the edges, with small grass blades, but he never minded about it.
"What are you doing?" He asked. Y/n replied nonchalantly, "Taking a breather. Some of the birds saw the bread crumbs and came to me." They throw a few more food at the ground for the birds to enjoy. "What about you?" "Me?" Y/n looked at him with a grin, "What were you doing?"
Kunikuzushi looked at the falling cherry blossoms, watching the wind take its sweet petals along for a fleeting moment. He answered, "Walking around the gardens, and then I see you." Their eyes sparkled at his words. They were flushed pink, and even a little giddy. The way their eyes focus on the details of his face, as if to admire. Yet he knew not about the way they stared— no, not yet, at least.
"I am curious about what you do, and why you do things." Y/n snapped back to reality at his statement. Y/n looked down at the grass, seeing the birds that expectantly wait for new rounds.
