when one looks back to their childhood, one remembers the vivid springs of laughter, climbing trees and reaching out for the stars, and making flower crowns in fields of flowers. but when [name] looked back at her youth, it was void of those colorfu...
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chapter 62. forever bound to the flowers facing the sun
[ a new day awaits us! ]
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the daunting brilliance of beauty enveloped the entire world.
it was impairing at the very least. various hues of colors clashed against each other, separating themselves from their vernacular birthplace. the world was like none other she'd had seen, and yet, she could always find the ethereal beauty of the sunrise something that was worth watching.
the sun brightening the sky past that horizon was proof that day would always come, the darkness of the night would always be replaced. darkness would never last.
the wide meadow breathed with its own soft music, each blade of grass swaying as if whispering secrets to the wind. sunflowers stretched across the field in an endless, golden ocean, an expanse so vast it felt as though the earth itself had grown a crown of sunlight. their tall green stalks stood like gentle sentinels, sturdy yet supple, bowing slightly beneath the tender morning breeze. petals unfurled in layered halos of gold, amber, and sunlit honey, each bloom opening its heart to the rising dawn.
dew clung delicately to the sunflower leaves, catching the newborn light and scattering it like tiny shards of crystal. the air was warm with the scent of earth and pollen, a soft, sweet fragrance that drifted lazily through the field. the flowers swayed in slow, harmonious waves, their movements like a quiet dance; a chorus of golden faces turning toward the horizon as if fixed on waiting for their lover.
"'lright...!"
in the heart of the sunflower field stood a small girl with bright [h/c] hair streaming behind her like a ribbon caught in a breeze. six years old - wearing a simple white shirt beneath a pink, long-sleeved flannel and a soft long pink skirt - she lifted her face toward the sky.
"a new day...has arrived!"
with a new day...came a new challenge.
with a new day...came brightness.
the night is gone.
and day is here.
inside a small cottage that consisted of three rooms, the curtains flashed open to let daylight shimmer through the windows. steaming water boiled from the kettle, and a small girl rubbed her cold, bare feet against the high wooden stool that helped her stand at the height of the kitchen counter.
