Little Red waited anxiously by the entrance of the Heavenly Realm.For someone to come home.
Her master had been going through his mortal tribulation, choosing to experience humanity at a continuous pace.
One life after another, and not a breather between each rebirth at all.
Although time between the Realms spins differently, she cannot help but worry about him, all alone and helpless amongst the humans.
Sighing mournfully at her loneliness, she continued her stance. Standing stalwart at the gateway to the Heavenly Realm.
Praying for a successful outcome for her master.
In her hands, a lantern crafted personally by her master, that would spontaneously alight, the very moment he overcame all tribulations and regained his memories and divinity.
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Mists And Fogs
FantasyA collection of short stories and made up fairy-tale Inspired by various illustrations and photographs from Pinterest All images will be taken down if requested