Children subconsciously fantasize of a safe haven within their minds as they see the world, call it a youthful desire or childish ignorance. The Nostalgia for those fragments of time are a wondrous thing, we live through it and chart our paths that become our memories. We rely on those paths to shape us and yet, we find ourselves remembering mostly the good than the bad. Nostalgia blinding the view from the past as we recourse our issues and trauma from back when. And yet, the cruel world is active when we frolic in our youth, until you face reality. [Please note that this is an under construction story that's aimed to either be the opening or a prequel to a major story I have planned that's like a shounen. Also, my writing may not be the best, however, I've implemented that characters talk to each other: "Like this?" "No! like this!"
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