Time is not something one should have so openly. But Time is not one to be taken for granted. But why does it care to bless the being of a small life. A curse that many wish their lives away for. A curse that he is forced to bear the immense weight...
"Sleep well my little snow bird. May your dreams help for time to fly by while we are away. Mama and Baba will return soon."
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Bái Xiān was once a darling 5 year old child with long, light brown hair and a uniquely eye color. Bái Xiān was born with a rare condition that makes his eyes different from others. One eye a dark abyss-like black from his father, and the other a luminous silver, gifted to him from his mother. Born to a mid autumn season his features are soft and rounded, with hints of sharpness that he would grow into.
His attire is composed of long, modest robes in hues of light greens, whites, and blacks. Small silver and gold trinkets and ornaments adorn his belt and bracelets of grand design gracefully hug his wrists. Gifts lovingly crafted by his loving and devoted parents. Even his ears sport a pair of small earrings which dangle playfully at the side of his head.
Everyone who meets him is instantly taken by his playful and youthful aura and cute appearance. Bái Xiān is definitely one child everyone who crosses his path remembers. Many remembered him for his helpfulness when his parents asked him to do something, or when he just offered his assistance without need. Bái Xiān, however, also held many secrets.
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Deep in the heart of the forest, there was a small clearing that few dared to venture into. Surrounded by tall trees and thick underbrush, it was easy to miss if one wasn't paying attention. But for those who did stumble upon it, they were blessed with a sight that was both beautiful and mythical.
On a bright and sunny day the clearing is usually filled with an vast array of colorful flowers, their petals dancing in the gentle breeze. The air was filled with the sweet scent of wild roses and the soft chirping of birds. There was something special about this clearing. It felt like a place out of a fairytale, a peaceful oasis in the midst of the chaotic forest.
Now loud crashes in the bushes and the flowers, then an instant silence was casted on the forest. A silence that was louder than the thunderous crashes from before. A thunderstorm had brewed and was now pouring down its efforts onto the little camp that sat in this small clearing. The thunder of the heavens could be heard in the heavy clouds that carried the rain, and the rain beat harshly against the flower and grass covered soils that were a witness of a once beautiful family and life.
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The night was dark and cold. Mama and Baba, left me in our camp, with a promise that they would return soon. I believed them, Mama and Baba never lied to me before, why would they now. But I couldn't get this feeling out of my head. Something was happening. I didn't know if it was good or bad, all I knew was that I had to be there with Mama and Baba.
