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Strands of emerald green flattened themselves against bronzen earth as the wind battered against the grass tumbling them throughout the field. A sea of blue sky blanketed over the landscape as bunny tail clouds bobbled amongst the cornflower blue being swept with the gusts. Although the sun was not visible it was still bright - peaceful. Suffocating. The air current did little to help with the stifling feeling it was like it just passed through him, avoiding him completely despite the deafening din the wind created in his ears drowning out much else.

Pulling dark strands from his eyes he realised a small exhale, he did not have much time for any of this and the brightness was not doing much for his eyes either. He was much more used to dim lighting, not this bright torture - a whole life time of dim lighting had made his eyes ill-equipped. Squinting at a lone tree - a sturdy trunk which stood tall, dark twisting branches reaching into the sky with leafy green fingertips touching the clouds. Fruit hung from its branches a pale gold in colour - how disgustingly sweet - he could tell that the fruit was no lemon. He was not going to go anywhere near that tree even for shade, he did not trust trees much nor did he like how it creaked with the wind not willing to bend like the grass did with its branches instead flailing frantically as they got thrown around with the wind.

"Stubbornness killed the cat - not curiosity." He muttered looking at the tree - it was to cause its own destruction as at some point it was going to have to snap much like a twig would if pushed too hard. The wind appeared quite eager to comply to be the one pushing as it worked itself into a gale.

"Ironic really, you saying that of all people." The voice came out of nowhere and was partially drowned out by the wind which swept it away like the sea would a plastic ball, with a mutter of annoyance he turned to acknowledge the owner of the voice. He was greeted with the sight of two men who looked windswept as gale whipped through their hair sending it flailing and smacking across their faces, their white robes went under the same treatment. Eyebrows rising lightly it looked like a miracle that the two weren't swept away with the wind looking at them, he would not put pass those ridiculous robes acting as some kind of kite. Aside from that they looked much like when he had last seen him - when he had tricked them into revealing what he wanted. The slightly (and it was slight) taller and lankier one had dark brown which was lingering on black hair with wide emotive eyes coupled with a strong jawline - the shorter, broader one however had softer looks overall and with lighter brown hair. But both were blessed with good looks. Which was quite funny when he thought about it considering the white feathery wings on their backs albeit it tucked in somewhat so they really did not end up being kites.

"My two favourite fools to date. What do I owe the pleasure?" Sarcasm laced though his voice as he looked at the two angels

"Turn back now - it'll only hurt more by the end of it. You cannot change fate." Hyukjae said his breath stolen by the tempest which raged on racking against their bodies causing the angels to struggle to stay upright managing to do so by clinging onto each other and supporting them both in the process. A sharp hollow laugh left his body as he looked at the two with nonchalance gracing his expression.

"I'm not changing it. I'm pathing a new one." With that the wind raged further and with a roar which ripped through the wind the grand tree came crashing down. With that it went eerily quiet as the world around him spiralled away as if he was stuck in the eye of the tornado.

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It was different. Different from the dreams of late - for one thing it was not really a nightmare like the other two although it still seemed connected vaguely even if the dream was already fading and despite how he reached out for the threads of the dream they slipped through his fingers. He remembered that there was this big wind storm going on in the background and he remembered that for the first time people appeared in his dreams - well sort of people. He didn't forget the wings.