there he stood again, at the bank of the shining river, looking at the reflection of the moon in the pearly liquid.
she wanted to go near him, ask him. why was he looking at the reflection, when he could just push those eyelids up, tilt that head, and look at it clearly, directly.
but, she just stared at him, yet again for the day, with suppressed curiosity. well, gladly she was good at feeling nothing.
she didn't like humans near her. all she thought was that; humans are annoying.
her thoughts were strangely logical and unfortunately, no one understood them.
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speckles of sky.
Puisii await his lingering gaze on me, to be the shining liquid he gape everyday.
