ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ,
ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍᴀʏ ᴡʀᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴀ
ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ-ᴄʟᴏᴛʜ,
ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ
ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
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SHE OFTEN FOUND that her most productive thoughts came when her head was in the clouds.
When her mind was not in place, she found herself asking questions- big, small, or somewhere in between.
Those questions often remained unanswered, but she didn't mind that.
She would instead grasp her pipa and strum whichever strings she found to be underneath her fingers, humming a tune to the falling leaves.
Was all of this just a method of escapism, She often found herself wondering. But she paid no mind to that particular question. If it were, so be it.
She cared not for it.
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𝔻𝔸𝕐𝔻ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕄𝕊
Today the girl pranced around the forest, instrument in hand.
She was no longer an adolescent, her tails had grown longer, her ears more prominent. And while her body changed, her love for the sounds of her pipa never faded.
The bamboo shoots of Senli Forest were always there, and the critters, while they came and went, always stopped to listen to the tunes of the 狐狸精's music.
[狐狸精 - hú lí jing- the Chinese fox spirits. When reading, read as "hoo lee jing [not zhing, jing]"
listen to google translate for more]
The girl sat by the foot of a bamboo tree, careful not to soil her hanfu, and listened to the sounds of serenity around her.
The whispers of the breeze as it blew by,
the trickling of the stream as it flowed,
and now the sound of her pipa
with the gentle songs she played.
She continued. She strummed, her fingers pained from the strings but still, she played. She and all those critters around her, enjoyed the music of her pipa, she had no reason to stop. No reason to put a halt to the peace around her as she drifted off into the clouds, losing herself within her mind as she continued the melodies of her instrument.
"Where's that sound coming from?"
If only it could last forever.
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The girl sat alone in the frigid room- a desolate prison void of any warmth or kindness.
In place of her hanfu- she had only a shirt that went just above her knees and long past her elbows. Her hair was matted- a far cry from the silk it had once compared to. Her pipa had been taken, and -what felt like- her soul along with it.
How many more days of this could she endure, she wondered, as the ship rocked her back and forth. How many more days until she could see past the barren wood walls of the gallows in this damp, wretched ship.
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Fanfiction【ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ, ɪɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ】 ⍣ ೋ I do NOT own Ninjago! Pretty sure you knew that but, just in case ¯\_(ತ_ʖತ)_/¯ however I DO OWN the...
