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Falling into a dark hole, now further away from the moon.
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I hit an unknown surface with a thud. Perceived from the event that had unfold I stood still wondering what had happened. Abruptly, I spot a figure in the distance, walking slowly towards my spot in a considerate manner as if understanding my caution. I looked around once again, to only notice the only light was shined on me. So whatever figure in this dim place can see me clearly. It came towards the light slightly, the figure i had seen was a man. I looked up to try and see his face but it still hid in the dark. He extended his hand towards mine and spoke.
"𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚." He motioned as he held out his hand.
As I carefully extended my arm, fingers stop mid instance. My heartbeat rapidly pounded in my chest. Thoughts ran across my mind whether to trust this mere man who we had just met in this unfamiliar place. But my gut feeling overpowered my logical thinking. He gave the same Aura of the flower i had just saw under the moonlight. My fingers then continued to reach and get ahold of the gestured hand, as it brushed against his fingers everything went black once again like a continuous cycle.
I jolted awake in surprise. I have the same dream. Every night, without fail.
It was the same dream.
The same flower.
The same man.
Somehow his voice sounded familiar, as if i had met him in another life or time. These dreams happen repetitively each night. I always felt or knew there was some kind of meaning. But the dream had no specific concept. Although I have believed in wonderland since i was a child I had always been disregarded by my opinion and belief.
You could say i was a dreamer for such to believe in a mere fairytale, a fantasy that many have told to spread hope and joy. Nevertheless, It was evident to me.
I decided to get up off my bed, standing onto the cold wooden floor i walked out of my room still disoriented from sudden wake. Walking to the bathroom to freshen up for the day. Looking over to the mirror, slightly opening my eyes to my haggard experience. I definitely need to freshen up. I wouldn't say i was beyond beautiful like the stars seen on TV or magazines but I loved myself just for how I was. I wouldn't change a thing. I mean I looked pretty or decent enough.
After the relaxing hot shower. I did my morning routine such as preparing a 'healthy ' breakfast in which today consisted of pancakes and orange juice. Later painting the flower i had seen, trying to visualize and put such beauty in a single canvas. Whilst the man lingered my mind. Just then i remembered that i had agreed to assist the old lady who works in the old antique store inside of town. That was why i felt as if i had forgot to do something significant.
I rushed off to get dressed and sprinted out the door like my hair was on fire. Climbing onto my sky blue bicycle and placing my belongings into its front hand weaved basket, i peddled towards my destination a quick pace.
My name is Y/n L/n, I am currently 24 years old of age. I live in peaceful Busan with my father, being told my mother died when I was young. I live my life happily and to the fullest. Well most of the time anyway. Having an artistic point of view about life makes it more colorful, but not as colorful when you find the one you truly love; At least that's what my father told me.
That is if I find the right one.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙."
Authors Note:-
I'm so damn tired because of all the work given by our teacher. Like does he expect us to make a magazine and a website due this Thursday and he gave the task on Tuesday like-
Anyway since I survived the end of the first week in school. I decided to upload this chapter. Woo Hoo! 🥳
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مغامرة환상 동사 현실이 눈물- ♠ "𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚." He motioned as he held out his hand. "𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙?!" He strolled in like a perpetual daydream, an accident meant to happen. He did more than healin...